"What have you been doing?
How much have you lost?
You can't have lost very much; we hadn't much to lose.

If you have given your note to any of those gamblers, it is a shame--a shame! Leroy, look at me! You promised me, on your honour, never to do that again.
Have you lied, after all the times I have helped you out, stripped myself, denied myself, put off tradesmen, faced down creditors?
After all I have done, do you dare come here and ask for more--ask for what I have not got--with not one bill settled, not one servant paid since December--" "Leila, I--I've got--to tell you--" "What ?" she demanded, appalled by the change in his face.

If he was overdoing it, he was overdoing it realistically enough.
"I--I've used Plank's cheque!" he mumbled, and moistened his lips with his tongue.
She stared back at him, striving to comprehend.

"Plank's!" she repeated slowly, "Plank's cheque?
What cheque?
What do you mean ?" "The one he gave you last night.

I've used that.