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Everybody was talking about Melmotte, the prevailing belief being that he was at this moment in custody. Dolly was full of his own griefs; but consoled amidst them by a sense of his own importance. 'I wonder whether it's true, he was saying to Lord Grasslough. 'He has an appointment to meet me and my governor at twelve o'clock to-morrow, and to pay us what he owes us.
The least respected man in that confraternity was Grendall, and yet it was in compliance with the persistency of his suggestion that they gave up the nobler game. 'Let's stick to whist; I like cutting out, said Grasslough. 'It's much more jolly having nothing to do now and then; one can always bet, said Dolly shortly afterwards. 'I hate loo, said Sir Felix in answer to a third application.
Nidderdale, who did not understand much about the races of mankind, had his doubts whether the American gentleman might not be a 'Heathen Chinee, such as he had read of in poetry. But Mr Fisker liked to have his amusement as well as did the others, and went up resolutely into the cardroom. Here they were joined by Lord Grasslough, and were very quickly at work, having chosen loo as their game.
He swore yesterday that he would have the money to-morrow. But he can't keep his appointment, you know, if he's in prison. 'You won't see the money, Dolly, you may swear to that, said Grasslough. 'I don't suppose I shall. By George, what an ass my governor has been. He had no more right than you have to give up the property. Here's Nidderdale.
It must be explained that the gambling at the Beargarden had gone on with very little interruption, and that on the whole Sir Felix Carbury kept his luck. There had of course been vicissitudes, but his star had been in the ascendant. For some nights together this had been so continual that Mr Miles Grendall had suggested to his friend Lord Grasslough that there must be foul play.
But she had never had the slightest pleasure in his society, and had only not been wretched because she had not as yet recognised that she had an identity of her own in the disposition of which she herself should have a voice. She certainly had never cared to dance with Lord Nidderdale. Lord Grasslough she had absolutely hated, though at first she had hardly dared to say so.
The party consisted of Dolly Longestaffe, Lord Grasslough, Miles Grendall, and Felix Carbury, and the four had amused themselves during the last six hours with various innocent games. They had commenced with whist, and had culminated during the last half-hour with blind hookey. But during the whole night Felix had won.
There were five, but I think that fellow down there sold one; but then I think he bought another. I know he did something. 'Who rides them? 'He does, I suppose. That is, of course, I ride them myself, only I so seldom get down. Somebody told me that Grasslough was riding two of them last week. I don't think I ever told him he might.
It was said that she had absolutely rejected Lord Grasslough, whose father indeed was in a state of bankruptcy, who had no income of his own, who was ugly, vicious, ill-tempered, and without any power of recommending himself to a girl.
I'll give you your revenge to-night. 'That's all right, said Miles. 'I was speaking to Lord Grasslough, said Felix. 'He is an old friend, and we know each other. You have been rather rough to-night, Mr Grendall. 'Rough; what the devil do you mean by that? 'And I think it will be as well that our account should be settled before we begin again.
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