"There's some 'Old Tom, ' isn't there? Get it, and glasses and cold water, here," said Cleve to his servant, who, patient, polite, sleepy, awaited his master. "You used to like it-and here are cigars;" and he shook out a shower upon his drawing-room table cover. "And where did you want to go at this time of night?" "To Wright's, to see the end of the great game of billiards-Seller and Culverin, you know; I've two pounds on it." "I don't care if...