Whatever object would he have in keeping it back ?" "Oh! I don't know.

He says some gammon about not being quite sure.
But he's had time enough to be sure by now." Gilks walked on in silence for a little, and then inquired, "And suppose you did get to know who it was, what would be the use ?" "The use!" exclaimed Wibberly, in amazement.

"Why, what do you mean?
By Jove, I'm sorry for the fellow when he turns up.

He'll soon find out the use of it." Gilks said nothing, but walked on evidently out of humour, and Wibberly having nothing better to do accompanied him.
"By the way," said the latter, presently, seeing his companion was not disposed to continue the former conversation, "what's up between you and Silk?
Is it true you've had a row ?" Gilks growled out something which sounded very like an oath, and replied, "Yes." "What about ?" inquired the inquisitive Wibberly, who seemed to have the knack of hitting upon unwelcome topics.
"It wouldn't do you any good to know," growled Gilks.
"I heard it was some betting row, or something of that sort," said Wibberly.
"Eh ?--yes--something of that sort," said Gilks.
"Well," said Wibberly, "I never cared much for Silk.

He always seemed to know a little too much for me.