‘There’s no secrets betwixt me and my friend,’ cried Sam.
Mr. Ringwood paused a little:—’ An awkward business that of last night,’ at length exclaimed he.
‘I believe it was an awkward business,’ said Sam drily.
‘I really am very sorry for your losses.’
‘Thank you: and so am I, I can tell you,’ said Sam.
‘You must mind, my good fellow, and not drink; for, when you drink, you will play high: by Gad, you led us in, and not we you.’
‘I dare say,’ answered Sam, with something of peevishness; ‘losses is losses: there’s no use talking about ‘em when they’re over and paid.’
‘And paid?’ here wonderingly spoke Mr. Ringwood; ‘why, my dear fel—— what the deuce—has Florval been with you?’
‘D——Florval!’ growled Tom, ‘I’ve never set eyes on his face since last night; and never wish to see him again.’
‘Come, come, enough of this talk; how do you intend to settle the bills which you gave him last night?’