CANYNGE. Choose your expressions more nicely, please!

DE LEVIS. Proof! Did they find any footmarks in the grounds below that
torn creeper? Not a sign! You saw how he can jump; he won ten pounds
from me that same evening betting on what he knew was a certainty.
That's your Dancy--a common sharper!

CANYNGE. [Nodding towards the billiard-room] Are those fellows still in
there, Colford?

COLFORD. Yes.

CANYNGE. Then bring Dancy up, will you? But don't say anything to him.

COLFORD. [To DE LEVIS] You may think yourself damned lucky if he doesn't
break your neck.

He goes out. The three who are left with DE LEVIS avert their eyes
from him.

DE LEVIS. [Smouldering] I have a memory, and a sting too. Yes, my
lord--since you are good enough to call me venomous. [To CANYNGE] I
quite understand--I'm marked for Coventry now, whatever happens. Well,
I'll take Dancy with me.

ST ERTH. [To himself] This Club has always had a decent, quiet name.

WINSOR. Are you going to retract, and apologise in front of Dancy and
the members who heard you?