Yet the curiosity on her own part was genuine enough. Billy Kellogg had been sent away because of an episode which included H. Evelyn Morton as one of its actors, and Rosalind was still unsatisfied in her quest for information about the Englishman.
"There isn't much to tell," he answered diffidently.
"You may light that cigar," she informed him.
He was still chewing upon it abstractedly. He availed himself of the permission, but without any advance toward ease of manner.
"They said that you gambled—rather heavily," she suggested.
"Oh—that!" he exclaimed.
"But did you?"
"I suppose so. There—there wasn't much else to do."
"I'm sure there wasn't," she said sympathetically. "It must have been quite dull so early in the season."
"That was it—dull," he assented. "You see—er—I wasn't working then, and I had to have something to fill in my time."