"That precious Guards' swell!" he muttered gloatingly, for the hundredth time. "I've paid him out at last! He won't take a 'walk over' again in a hurry. Cuss them swells! They allays die so game; it ain't half a go after all, giving 'em a facer; they just come up to time so cool under it all, and never show they are down, even when their backers throw up the sponge. You can't make 'em give in, not even when they're mortal hit; that's the crusher of it."
"Vell, vhat matter that ven you have hit 'em?" expostulated the more philosophic Jew.
"Why, it is a fleecing of one," retorted the welsher savagely, even amid his successes. "A clear fleecing of one. If one gets the better of a dandy chap like that, and brings him down neat and clean, one ought to have the spice of it. One ought to see him wince and--cuss 'em all!--that's just what they'll never do. No! not if it was ever so. You may pitch into 'em like Old Harry, and those d----d fine gentlemen will just look as if they liked it. You might strike 'em dead at your feet, and it's my belief, while they was cold as stone they'd manage to look not beaten yet. It's a fleecing of one--a fleecing of one!" he growled afresh; draining down a great draught of brandy-heated Roussillon to drown the impatient conviction which possessed him that, let him triumph as he would, there would ever remain, in that fine intangible sense which his coarse nature could feel, though he could not have further defined it, a superiority in his adversary he could not conquer; a difference between him and his prey he could not bridge over.
"Vot a child you are, you Big Ben! Vot matter how he look, so long as you have de success and pocket de monish?"
Big Ben gave a long growl, like a mastiff tearing to reach a bone just held above him.
"Hang the blunt! The yellows ain't a quarter worth to me what it 'ud be to see him just look as if he knew he was knocked over. Besides, laying again' him by that ere commission's piled up hatsful of the ready, to be sure; I don't say it ain't; but there's two thou' knocked off for Willon, and the fool don't deserve a tizzy of it. He went and put the paint on so thick that, if the Club don't have a flare-up about the whole thing----"