When the
accusation was made by Mr Lupton, who proposed that he should be
expelled, he burst into tears. The whole story was repeated,--the
nail, the hammer, and the lameness; and the moments were counted
up, and poor Tifto's bets and friendship with Green were made
apparent,--and the case was submitted to the club. An old gentleman
who had been connected with the turf all his life, and who would
not have scrupled, by square betting, to rob his dearest friend of
his last shilling, seconded the proposition,--telling all the story
over again. Then Major Tifto was asked whether he wished to say
anything.
'I've got to say that I'm here,' said Tifto, still crying, 'and if
I'd done anything of that kind, of course I'd have gone with the
rest of 'em. I put it to Lord Silverbridge to say whether I'm that
sort of fellow.' Then he sat down.
Upon this there was a pause, and the club was manifestly of the
opinion that Lord Silverbridge ought to say something. 'I think
that Major Tifto should not have betted against the horse,' said
Silverbridge.
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