Andtoconvertintooilwasasyettoocostlyandtooelaborate。Tokeepindustryalivetheremustbemoreindustry，likeamadness。
Itwasamadness，anditrequiredamadmantosucceedinit。Well，hewasalittlemad。Conniethoughtso。Hisveryintensityandacumenintheaffairsofthepitsseemedlikeamanifestationofmadnesstoher，hisveryinspirationsweretheinspirationsofinsanity。
Hetalkedtoherofallhisseriousschemes，andshelistenedinakindofwonder，andlethimtalk。Thentheflowceased，andheturnedontheloudspeaker，andbecameablank，whileapparentlyhisschemescoiledoninsidehimlikeakindofdream。
Andeverynightnowheplayedpontoon，thatgameoftheTommies，withMrsBolton，gamblingwithsixpences。Andagain，inthegamblinghewasgoneinakindofunconsciousness，orblankintoxication，orintoxicationofblankness，whateveritwas。Conniecouldnotbeartoseehim。Butwhenshehadgonetobed，heandMrsBoltonwouldgambleontilltwoandthreeinthemorning，safely，andwithstrangelust。MrsBoltonwascaughtinthelustasmuchasClifford：themoreso，asshenearlyalwayslost。
ShetoldConnieoneday：`Ilosttwenty-threeshillingstoSirCliffordlastnight。’