Frank Tregear has taken to gambling,--like the rest of them." "Who says so ?" "He has lost a lot of money at these races.

A man who sat next me at dinner,--one of those stupid do-nothing fools that one meets everywhere,--told me so.

He is one of the Beargarden set, and of course he knows all about it." "Did he say how much ?" "How is he to pay anything?
Of all things that men do this is the worst.

A man who would think himself disgraced for ever if he accepted a present of money will not scruple to use all his wits to rob his friend of everything that he has by studying the run of cards or by watching the paces of some brutes of horses! And they consider themselves to be fine gentlemen! A real gentleman should never want the money out of another man's pocket;--should never think of money at all." "I don't know how that is to be helped, my dear.

You have got to think of money." "Yes; I have to think of it, and do think of it; and because I do so I am not what I call a gentleman." "No;--my dear; you're a lady." "Psha! you know what I mean.