"It was after you had refused to come to the Opera with me, that's when, how, and why it happened."
"In that case I suppose I am an accessory before the fact or something—look, there's Mr. Sydney dressed; we're dining early."
Galva rose.
"You'll not forget to-morrow?"
"No, of course I'll not forget to-morrow, duke—it's our last spin."
Rémy could never understand why it was that the duke was so bad-tempered that night as he dressed him for dinner. But then Rémy was not paid to understand the moods of so exalted a personage as the Duc de Choleaux Lasuer.
CHAPTER X
THREE HANDS AT POKER
"I remember seeing in a Club I visited last year in Buda, some framed hands of cards—remarkable hands that had occurred in the play there. It is a pretty custom. I have often since wished to start a similar collection. Permit me."