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When he had sat thus ten minutes, smiling at intervals, a stir about the

door announced that his companions were returning. The landlord preceded

them, and was rewarded for his pains with half a guinea; the crowd with

a shower of small silver. The postillions cracked their whips, the

horses started forward, and amid a shrill hurrah my lord's carriage

rolled away from the door.

'Now, who casts?' the peer cried briskly, arranging himself in his

seat. 'George, I'll set you. The old stakes?'

'No, I am done for to-night,' Sir George answered yawning without

disguise.

'What! crabbed, dear lad?' 'Ay, set Berkeley, my lord. He's a better match for you.'

'And be robbed by the first highwayman we meet? No, no! I told you, if I

was to go down to this damp hole of mine--fancy living a hundred miles

from White's! I should die if I could not game every day--you were to

play with me, and Berkeley was to ensure my purse.'

'He would as soon take it,' Sir George answered languidly, gazing

through the glass.

'Sooner, by--!' cried the third traveller, a saturnine, dark-faced man

of thirty-four or more, who sat with his back to the horses, and toyed

with a pistol that lay on the seat beside him. 'I'm content if your

lordship is.' 'Then have at you! Call the main, Colonel. You may be the devil among

the highwaymen--that was Selwyn's joke, was it not?--but I'll see the

colour of your money.'

'Beware of him. He doved March,' Sir George said indifferently.

'He won't strip me,' cried the young lord. 'Five is the main. Five to

four he throws crabs! Will you take, George?'

Soane did not answer, and the two, absorbed in the rattle of the dice

and the turns of their beloved hazard, presently forgot him; his

lordship being the deepest player in London and as fit a successor to

the luckless Lord Mountford as one drop of water to another. Thus left

to himself, and as effectually screened from remark as if he sat alone,

Sir George devoted himself to an eager scrutiny of the night, looking

first through one window and then through the other; in which he

persevered though darkness had fallen so completely that only the hedges

showed in the lamplight, gliding giddily by in endless walls of white.

On a sudden he dropped the glass with an exclamation, and thrust out

his head.

'Pull up!' he cried. 'I want to descend.' The young lord uttered a peevish exclamation. 'What is to do?' he

continued, glancing round; then, instantly returning to the dice, 'if it

is my purse they want, say Berkeley is here. That will scare them. What

are you doing, George?'