It's too good a thing to miss." "Go away!" almost gasped Tom.
"Oh, of course an Englishman's house is his castle," said Gus, offended at this unusual rebuff; "you're a fool, though, that's all.

We were going to have a spree to-night that would make all sprees of the past month look foolish.

Come along, don't be an ass; and bring young mooney-face; I dare say by this time he knows what's what as well as you or me, Tom; eh, Jack ?" "Lookth tho," replied the amused Jack.
By this time Charlie had found words.

The truth of course had all flashed in upon him; he knew the secret now of Tom's strange manner, of the neglected letters, of the haggard looks, of the reluctant welcome.
And he knew, too, that but for this untimely incursion he would have heard it all from Tom himself, penitent and humble, instead of, as now, hardened and desperate.
And he recognised in the miserable little swaggering dandy before him the author and the promoter of his friend's ruin; on him therefore his sudden rage expended itself.
"You little cowardly wretch!" he exclaimed, addressing Gus, "haven't you done mischief enough to Tom already?
Go out of his room!" Poor Charlie! Nothing could have been more fatal to his hopes than this rash outbreak.

The words had scarcely escaped his lips before he saw the mischief he had done.
Tom's manner suddenly altered.