younger brother Harry.

"Paul!" he exclaimed, turning quickly away.

I pushed my way through and stood at his side. There was no
sound from the group of onlookers; it is not to be wondered at if
they hesitated to offend Paul Lamar.

"My dear boy," said I, "I missed you at dinner. And though this
may occupy your mind, it can scarcely fill your stomach. Haven't
you had enough?"

Harry looked at me. His face was horribly pale and his eyes
bloodshot; they could not meet mine.

"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."