I hope she will." "Why ?" asked Cuthbert sharply.
"Oh," replied Basil, confused, "because I agree with you.

A gambler will not make a good lawyer--or a good husband either," he added in an abrupt tone.

"Good-day.

I'll tell Juliet," and he was off before Mallow could find words to answer his last remark.
Cuthbert, walking back to his rooms, wondered if it was on account of the gambling that Mrs.Octagon objected to the marriage.

He really did not gamble much, but occasionally he dropped into Maraquito's house, and there lost or won a few pounds.