"I heard you, but I don't suppose he'll go--he doesn't look like that kind." "Anyhow, I told him," laughed John; then producing a large bill, cried: "Drink up, people, they're on me--and goody-goody cousin Fred." When Frederick Cavendish reached the street and the fresh night air raced through his lungs he came to a sudden realisation and then a resolution.

The realisation was that since further pleading would avail nothing with John Cavendish, he needed a lesson.

The resolution was to give it to him.

Both strengthened his previous half-hearted desire to meet Westcott, into determination.
He turned the matter over in his mind as he walked along until reflection was ended by the doors of the College Club which appeared abruptly and took him in their swinging circle.

He went immediately to the writing-room, laid aside his things and sat down.