I--if matters did not stand as they do"-- he flushed painfully--"I'd go straight to Ruthven and find out whether or not this business could be stopped." "Stopped?
No, it can't be.

How are you going to stop a man from playing cards in his own house?
They all do it--that sort.

Fane's rather notorious himself; they call his house the house of ill-Fane, you know.
If you or I or any of our family were on any kind of terms with the Ruthvens, they might exclude Gerald to oblige us.

We are not, however; and, anyway, if Gerald means to make a gambler and a souse of himself at twenty-one, he'll do it.

But it's pretty rough on us." "It's rougher on him, Austin; and it's roughest on his sister.