"There's many a man has done worse than lead a gay stripling like you into pleasant ways.

Bring along any loose change you have, for it may be a night of nights." "Oh, they play cards, do they, at the Breakneck Club ?" said Dyck, alive with interest.
"Well, call it what you like, but men must do something when they get together, and we can't be talking all the time.

So pocket your shillings." "Are they all the right sort ?" asked Dyck, with a little touch of malice.

"I mean, are they loyal and true ?" Erris Boyne laid a hand on Dyck's arm.
"Come and find out.

Do you think I'd lead you into bad company?
Of course Emmet and Wolfe Tone won't be there, nor any of that lot; but there'll be some men of the right stamp." He watched Dyck carefully out of the corner of his eye.