“My winnings! You are sarcastical.”
“Am I? Really I did not intend to be.”
“No, no; forgive me; but that did seem a little cruel. Miss Dover, I was a heavy loser.”
“Not while we were there. The lady and gentleman who played with your money won, oh, such a deal!”
“The devil they did!”
“Yes. Did you not stay behind, last night, to get it? We never saw you at the Russie.”
“I was very ill.”
“Bleeding at the nose?”
“No. That always relieves me when it comes. I am subject to fainting fits: once I lay insensible so long they were going to bury me. Now, do pray tell me what makes you fancy anybody won a lot with my money.”
“Well, I will. You know you left fifty pounds for a friend to bet with.”