"For Heaven's sake, Paul, let me alone," he said, hardly above a
whisper. "I have lost ninety thousand."
In spite of myself I started. No wonder he was pale! And yet--
"That's nothing," I whispered back. "But you are making a show
of yourself. Just now you were swearing like a sailor. See how
your hand trembles! You were not made for this, Harry; it makes
you forget that you're a gentleman. They are laughing at you.
Come."
"But I say I have lost ninety thousand dollars," said the boy,
and there was wildness in his eye. "Let me alone, Paul."
"I will repay you."
"No. Let me alone!"
"Harry!"
"I say no!"
His mouth was drawn tight and his eyes glared sullenly as those
of a stubborn child. Clearly it was impossible to get him away
without making a scene, which was unthinkable. For a moment I was
at a complete loss; then the croupier's voice sounded suddenly in
my ear:
"You are interrupting us, sir."
I silenced him with a glance and turned to my brother, having
decided in an instant on the only possible course.
"Here, let me have your chair. I will get it back for you.
Come!"
He looked at me for a moment in hesitation, then rose without a
word and I took his place.
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