'It'll only be a trifle over L100 each,' said Nidderdale, in the cab.
'Won't Mr Grendall pay it ?' 'Oh, dear no.

How the devil should he ?' 'Then he shouldn't play.' 'That'd be hard, on him, poor fellow.

If you went to his uncle the duke, I suppose you could get it.

Or Buntingford might put it right for you.

Perhaps he might win, you know, some day, and then he'd make it square.