You fellows are no use to me--not if I were winning all along the line."
"Look here, Moore," said the young man, in a more serious tone, "you may
say it's none of my business; but the way you and that fellow Miles have
been going on is perfectly awful. If the committee should hear about it,
there will be a row, and no mistake!"
"My dear boy," Lionel protested, as he pushed the unnecessary bottle to
his neighbor, "the committee have nothing to do with understandings that
are settled outside the club. You don't see Miles or me handing checks
for L200 or L300 across the table. How can the committee expel you for
holding up three fingers or nodding your head?"
"Well, then, you'll excuse me saying it, but he's a young ass, to gamble
in that fashion," Johnny remarked, bluntly. "What fun does he get out of
it? And it's quite a new thing with him--that's the odd business. I know
a man who was at Merton with him; and certainly Miles got into a devil
of a scrape--which cut short his career there; but it had nothing to do
with gambling. He never was that way inclined at all; it's a new
development, since he joined this club. Well, I suppose he can do what
he likes.
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