Jerry had a good long walk up and down the lobby--that is to say, he walked up and down for a long time--and, feeling that he must rest himself for a while, he slowly subsided into a chair, let his head sink back, turned it sideways so as to arrange it comfortably, and then he opened his eyes directly after--as it seemed to him--to find it was daylight. The candles had burned down very low, and two of his master's guests were standing at his side. "Let us out, my lad," said the elder of the two; and as soon as he had handed them their hats and coats, and closed the door, he gave his eyes a rub. "I wonder where S'Richard is?" he thought. "Why, I must have been asleep a good two hours. Has young Mark gone?" He went softly through the outer room, to find the door of the inner one just ajar, and there, at a table, he could see his master writing. "Young Mark must have let himself out," muttered Jerry. But he altered his opinion directly, for Lacey turned the paper he had written, folded it, and held it up to someone on the other side of the table and invisible from where the man stood. "There you are!" said Lacey. "Really, dear boy, I'm almost ashamed to take it. But, there, I'm only acting as your steward. You'll have to come to my quarters and win it all back. The wheel of fortune goes round, eh?" "Yes," said Lacey, laconically. "Take anything else?" "No, really--no thanks!" said Mark. "Good-night--morning, or whatever it is. Can I let myself out?" "The man is there," said Lacey, coldly. But Jerry did not remain there, to wait just outside, but made his way quickly back into the lobby, where he stood, ready to hand Mark his large Inverness cloak and hat, and then open the door. "Looks as if he were going to be hanged," muttered Jerry very sourly, as he stood watching the young officer descend in the grey morning light. "Wonder how much he has won, and whether it makes him feel better? I know one thing: it makes me feel a deal worse, and as if I should like to pitch him over the banisters. I 'ate that chap--that's what's the matter with me--and I'd tell him so to his face as soon as look at him, that I would!" Jerry closed the door and went across the lobby, hearing the heavy pace of his master as he walked restlessly up and down the room. "The scoundrel!" Lacey muttered. "He is a scoundrel, and I'm a fool--a pigeon, and he has plucked me. I swear he cheated. He played that very trick I was once warned about. Serve me right! But it's the last time." He continued his hurried pace, growing sterner and more decisive as he walked.