"Have you got it out of him ?" "No," said Bloomfield, "he won't tell me." "The cad!" exclaimed Game.

"Why ever not ?" "He says he's not sure, that's why," said Bloomfield; "but it's my private opinion he's shielding some one or other." "Of course he is," said Ashley.

"I shouldn't wonder if he's known who it is all along." "Anyhow," said Tipper, "he ought to be made to clear it up, or else pay up for it.

I know I'll cut him dead next time I see him." "So shall we," replied one or two others.
"He won't afflict himself much about that," said Bloomfield; "if I were sure he didn't want to shirk it I'd be inclined to give him a day or two before doing anything." "What's the use?
Of course he wants to shirk it," said Game, "and thinks it will blow over if it goes long enough.

I'll take precious good care it doesn't, though." "Upon my honour," said Ashley, "I never expected Willoughby would _come_ to this pass.