Oh, I'm a jolly hard-headed chap really; I know that it is to my advantage." Mr.Taynton considered this a moment, playing with his wine glass.

Then he looked up quickly.
"Yes, Morris, I will with pleasure do as you ask me," he said.
"Right oh.

Thanks awfully.

Do come and play billiards." Morris was in amazing luck that night, and if, as he said, he had been playing a lot lately, the advantage of his practice was seen chiefly in the hideous certainty of his flukes, and the game (though he received twenty-five) left Mr.Taynton half a crown the poorer.

Then the winner whirled his guest upstairs again to talk to his mother while he himself went round to the stables to assure himself of the well-being of the beloved motor.