"It's a delicate matter which may need some talking over, and, above all, it is a private matter." "Ged!" said the major, with a wheezy laugh, "you'd have thought I wanted to borrow money if I had said as much.

Look here now, we'll go into White's private billiard-room, and I'll let you have two hunthred out of five for a tinner--though it's as good as handing you the money to offer you such odds.

You can talk this over while we play." "No, no, major," urged the junior partner.

"I tell you it is a matter of the greatest importance to both of us.

Can you meet me at Nelson's Cafe at four o'clock?
I know the manager, and he'll let us have a private room." "I'd ask you round to me own little place," the major said, "but it's rather too far.