"And I am going to have half an hour in the smoking-room," said Ladds, as they arrived at the portals of the club.
"So am I," said Jack. "You know what Othello says of Desdemona:
"'O thou weed,
Who art so lovely fair, and smell'st so sweet
That the sense aches at thee!'
"I mean Phillis Fleming, of course, not your confounded tobacco."
CHAPTER VIII.
"They say if money goes before, all ways do lie open."
"I call this kind, boys," said Mr. Gilead P. Beck, welcoming his visitors, Captain Ladds and Jack Dunquerque; "I call this friendly. I asked myself last night, 'Will those boys come to see me, or will they let the ragged Yankee slide?' And here you are."
"Change," said Ladds the monosyllabic, looking round. "Gold looking up?"