'You could sell half the number, you know,' said Miles.
'I'm determined to begin with ten shares;--that's £1,000. Well;--I have got the money, but I don't want to draw out so much. Couldn't you manage for me that I should get them on paying 50 per cent, down?'
'Melmotte does all that himself.'
'You could explain, you know, that you are a little short in your own payments to me.' This Sir Felix said, thinking it to be a delicate mode of introducing his claim upon the Secretary.
'That's private,' said Miles frowning.
'Of course it's private; but if you would pay me the money I could buy the shares with it though they are public.'
'I don't think we could mix the two things together, Carbury.'
'You can't help me?'
'Not in that way.'
'Then, when the deuce will you pay me what you owe me?' Sir Felix was driven to this plain expression of his demand by the impassibility of his debtor. Here was a man who did not pay his debts of honour, who did not even propose any arrangement for paying them, and who yet had the impudence to talk of not mixing up private matters with affairs of business! It made the young baronet very sick. Miles Grendall smoked on in silence. There was a difficulty in answering the question, and he therefore made no answer. 'Do you know how much you owe me?' continued the baronet, determined to persist now that he had commenced the attack. There was a little crowd of other men in the room, and the conversation about the shares had been commenced in an undertone. These two last questions Sir Felix had asked in a whisper, but his countenance showed plainly that he was speaking in anger.
'Of course I know,' said Miles.
'Well?'
'I'm not going to talk about it here,' 'Not going to talk about it here?'
'No. This is a public room.'
'I am going to talk about it,' said Sir Felix, raising his voice.
'Will any fellow come upstairs and play a game of billiards?' said Miles Grendall rising from his chair. Then he walked slowly out of the room, leaving Sir Felix to take what revenge he pleased. For a moment Sir Felix thought that he would expose the transaction to the whole room; but he was afraid, thinking that Miles Grendall was a more popular man than himself.
It was Sunday night; but not the less were the gamblers assembled in the card-room at about eleven. Dolly Longestaffe was there, and with him the two lords, and Sir Felix, and Miles Grendall of course, and, I regret to say, a much better man than any of them, Paul Montague. Sir Felix had doubted much as to the propriety of joining the party. What was the use of playing with a man who seemed by general consent to be liberated from any obligation to pay? But then if he did not play with him, where should he find another gambling table? They began with whist, but soon laid that aside and devoted themselves to loo. The least respected man in that confraternity was Grendall, and yet it was in compliance with the persistency of his suggestion that they gave up the nobler game. 'Let's stick to whist; I like cutting out,' said Grasslough. 'It's much more jolly having nothing to do now and then; one can always bet,' said Dolly shortly afterwards. 'I hate loo,' said Sir Felix in answer to a third application. 'I like whist best,' said Nidderdale, 'but I'll play anything anybody likes,--pitch and toss if you please.' But Miles Grendall had his way, and loo was the game.