You shall have the hundred to-morrow when it's due." Ratman glanced up at his host with a leer.
"Whose till have you been robbing now ?" he said.
Captain Oliphant frowned.
"You haven't a very genial way about you, Ratman.

Try a cigar." "Oh, bless you," said he, "I ask no questions.

It's all one to me, so long as it's solid pounds, shillings and pence." "You wait till to-morrow, and it will be all right," said the Captain; "and meanwhile, my dear fellow, try to make yourself agreeable, and don't spoil sport by being unreasonably exacting.

Ah, here's the tea!" At dinner that evening, Mr Ratman found his only companions Captain Oliphant, Roger, and Mr Armstrong.

The talk was difficult, the captain working hard to give his guest a friendly lead; Mr Armstrong trying to appear oblivious of the fact that he had knocked the fellow down twice for a cad; and Roger as head of the house, trying to be affable to a person whom he had expected to find detestable, and who quite came up to expectations.
As the meal went on Mr Ratman showed alarming symptoms of requiring no friendly lead to encourage his powers of conversation.