"You don't like him, of course, Miles. For that matter I've no reason to love him. He couldn't have gone. He staggered out of the club yesterday morning at four o'clock as drunk as Cloe. He'd lost a pot of money, and had been kicking up a row about you for the last hour."

He staggered out of the club yesterday morning at four o'clock, drunk. He'd lost a pot of money, and had been kicking up a row about you."
