"And you won't get it from me." "I shan't?
Then it's hopeless indeed," said the Honourable John Ruffin with a gesture of despair.

He stood and seemed to plunge into deep reflection, while Hilary Vance scowled an immense scowl at him.
The Honourable John Ruffin allowed a faint air of hope to lighten his gloom; then he said: "There's a chance--there's yet a chance!" "I don't want any chance!" cried Hilary Vance stormily.

"You can jolly well mind your own business and leave me alone.

I can look after myself without any help from you--or James either." "Whom the gods wish to destroy they first madden young," said the Honourable John Ruffin sadly.

"But there's always Pollyooly; she may save you yet.