He bent his head to hide them; and for all that he was not pleasant to look upon, Tinker felt sorry for him.
"Cheer up, man," said Sir Tancred.

"You can always begin again!" But the financier would not be heartened.

He made a wretched dinner; after it he followed Sir Tancred into the billiard room, and steadily drinking brandies and sodas, watched him play pool.

At eleven he went to bed.

Tinker had gone to bed long before, but his door was just open, and he saw the financier go into his room.