He had come down to Roebury by mail train, ready for hunting the next morning, and walked into the club-room just at midnight. There he found Maxwell the banker, Grindley the would-be fast attorney, and Calder Jones the Member of Parliament, playing dummy. Neither of the brewers were there, nor was the sporting literary gentleman.
"Here's Vavasor," said Maxwell, "and now we won't play this blackguard game any longer. Somebody told me, Vavasor, that you were gone away."
"Gone away;--what, like a fox?"

He had come down to Roebury by mail train, ready for hunting the next morning, and walked into the club-room at midnight. There he found Maxwell the banker, Grindley the would-be attorney, and Calder Jones the Member of Parliament, playing dummy.
"Here's Vavasor," said Maxwell. "Somebody told me, Vavasor, that you were gone away. 