If he meant to show any sign of keeping his threat and of sticking to the captain like beeswax, he must show his purpose at once.
The captain for a time walked round the little enclosure in earnest conversation with the attendant, and Mr.Hart stood on the steps watching them.

Play was over, at any rate for that day, as far as the captain was concerned.
"Now, Captain Scarborough, don't you think you've been very rash ?" said the attendant.
"I think I've got six hundred and fifty napoleons in my pocket, instead of waiting to get them in driblets from my brother." "But if he knew that you had come here he would withdraw them altogether.

Of course, he will know now.

That man will be sure to tell him.

He will let all London know.