After that, when an outsider's asked for, they give tongue and yell as though they were being skinned." "You ought to tell me what's going to happen--I've made my bets," she rejoined.

"Has Nana a chance ?" A sudden, unreasonable burst of anger overpowered him.
"Won't you deuced well let me be, eh?
Every horse has a chance.

The odds are shortening because, by Jove, people have taken the horse.

Who, I don't know.

I should prefer leaving you if you must needs badger me with your idiotic questions." Such a tone was not germane either to his temperament or his habits, and Nana was rather surprised than wounded.