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He was so conscious of it that he tried to console himself by reflecting that his writing such a letter as that would not prevent his running away with the girl, should he, on consideration, find it to be worth his while to do so. That night he was again playing at the Beargarden, and he lost a great part of Mr Melmotte's money.
The Grendalls had left him since the day of the dinner, Miles having sent him a letter up from the country complaining of severe illness. It was a comfort to him to have someone to whom he could speak, and he much preferred Nidderdale to Miles Grendall. This conversation took place in the smoking-room. When it was over Melmotte went into the House, and Nidderdale strolled away to the Beargarden.
There was, at any rate, comfort in the idea of playing without having to encounter the dead weight of Miles Grendall. Ready money was on the table, and there was none of the peculiar Beargarden paper flying about. Indeed the men at the Beargarden had become sick of paper, and there had been formed a half-expressed resolution that the play should be somewhat lower, but the payments punctual.
The two young men therefore slunk out of the house, and as there was no breakfasting at the Beargarden they went to this hotel. They were both rather gloomy, but the elder brother was the more sad of the two. "I'd give anything I have in the world," he said, "that you hadn't come up at all." "Things have been so unfortunate!" "Why the deuce wouldn't you go when I told you?"
But then that would be tantamount to a written confession that he had made her an offer of marriage, and he feared that Melmotte, or Madame Melmotte on his behalf, if the great man himself were absent, in prison, might make an ungenerous use of such an admission. Between seven and eight he went into the Beargarden, and there he saw Dolly Longestaffe and others.
I like my cousin very much; but that is all. Good night, mamma. Lady Carbury just allowed herself to be kissed, and then was left alone. At eight o'clock the next morning daybreak found four young men who had just risen from a card-table at the Beargarden.
He had played at the Beargarden till four in the morning and had then left the club, on the breaking-up of the card-table, intoxicated and almost penniless.
One morning, not long after that Sunday night which had been so wretchedly spent at the Beargarden, he got into a cab in Piccadilly and had himself taken to a certain address in Islington. Here he knocked at a decent, modest door, at such a house as men live in with two or three hundred a year, and asked for Mrs Hurtle. Yes; Mrs Hurtle lodged there, and he was shown into the drawing-room.
"You never were at the Beargarden; were you, sir?" asked Silverbridge suddenly. "Never," said the Duke. "Come and dine with me." "I am not a member of the club." "We don't care at all about that. Anybody can take in anybody." "Does not that make it promiscuous?" "Well; no; I don't know that it does. It seems to go on very well. I daresay there are some cads there sometimes.
As it was he could speak more freely to him on that than any other matter. One Thursday night as the two brothers went to bed on returning from the Beargarden, at a not very late hour, they agreed that they would "give the governor a turn" the next morning, by which they meant that they would drag themselves out of bed in time to breakfast with him.
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