He knew, he said, that the special would not start till half-past nine.
There were a lot of fellows who were dining about everywhere, and they would never get to the station by the hour fixed.

It became apparent to the elder brother that Gerald would stay altogether unless he were forced to go, and at last he did get up and pushed the young fellow out.

"Drive like the very devil," he said to the cabman, explaining to him something of the circumstances.

The cabman did do his best, but a cab cannot be made to travel from the Beargarden, which as all the world knows is close to St.James's Street, to Liverpool Street in the City in ten minutes.

When Lord Gerald reached the station the train had started.
At twenty minutes to ten the young man reappeared at the club.
"Why on earth didn't you take a special for yourself ?" exclaimed Silverbridge.
"They wouldn't give me one." After that it was apparent to all of them that what had just happened had done more to ruffle our hero's temper than his failure and loss at the races.
"I wouldn't have had it happen for any money you could name," said the elder brother to the younger, as he took him home to Carlton Terrace.
"If they do send me down, what's the odds ?" said the younger brother, who was not quite as sober as he might have been.
"After what happened to me it will almost break the governor's heart," said the heir..