Sit here--" He looked at the young man hesitatingly; but Gerald calmly took the matter out of his jurisdiction by nodding his order to the club attendant.
"Lord, but I'm tired," he said, sinking back into a big arm-chair; "I was up till daylight, and then I had to be in the office by nine, and to-night Billy Fleetwood is giving--oh, something or other.

By the way, the market isn't doing a thing to the shorts! You're not in, are you, Selwyn ?" "No, not that way.

I hope you are not, either; are you, Gerald ?" "Oh, it's all right," replied the young fellow confidently; and raising his glass, he nodded at Selwyn with a smile.
"You were mighty nice to me, anyhow," he said, setting his glass aside and lighting a cigar.

"You see, I went to a dance, and after a while some of us cleared out, and Jack Ruthven offered us trouble; so half a dozen of us went there.

I had the worst cards a man ever drew to a kicker.