Blazer did not like Monte Carlo at all; for him there was no sport and little exercise in it; Tinker liked it very much.

He had made many friends in it, and enjoyed many amusements, the chief a pleasant, perpetual war against the heavy, liveried guardians of the gambling rooms.

It was his opinion that people came to Monte Carlo to gamble; it was the opinion of the Societe des Bains de Mer de Monte Carlo that children ought not to be admitted to the tables.

They asserted their opinion; and Tinker asserted his, with the result that his bolt into the Salles de Jeu and his difficult extrication from them by the brawny, but liveried officials was fast becoming one of the events of the day.
Sometimes Tinker would make his bolt from the outermost portal; sometimes, with the decorous air of one going to church, he would join the throng filing into the concert room, and bolt from the midst of it.
The process of expulsion was always conducted with the greatest courtesy on either side; for his bolt had become an agreeable variety in the monotonous lives of the guardians; they never knew when or in what fashion it would come next.
Now he had another occupation, the shadowing of Mr.Arthur Courtnay.
That florid Adonis never grew used to hearing a gentle voice singing softly: "Get your hair cut! Get your hair cut!" or, "Oh, Tatcho! Oh, Tatcho! Rejoice, ye bald and weary men! You'll soon be regular hairy men! Sing! Rejoice! Let your voices go! Sprinkle some on your cranium! What, ho! Tatcho!" The poetry was vulgar; but long ago his insight into the heart of man had taught Tinker to attack the vulgar with the only weapon effective against them, vulgarity.
Sooner or later, whether he was walking, or sitting with Claire, those vulgar strains would be wafted to Mr.Arthur Courtnay's ears, and they injured his cause.

They kept alive in the girl's mind an uneasy doubt whether her father was right in asserting Arthur Courtnay to be one of the nicest fellows he had ever met, a veritable gentleman of the old school, an opinion founded on the fact that Courtnay was the only man who had ever given two hours' close attention to his views on Protection.
But, for all this lurking doubt, Courtnay's influence over her was growing stronger and stronger.