I shrugged my shoulders.
"I don't suppose she cared. What's in a name? They're each of them worth four pounds."
"That's true," said Adèle musingly. "Still…."
We opened them one by one.
The first was the Black Lily.
Then came the Grey Jasmine.
I ripped the paper off the third case and laid it upon the table.
With my fingers about the cardboard, I paused.
"And what," said I, "is the betting?"
"Blue Rose," cried Jill.