"I asked if he had seen you, a few minutes ago," she admitted. "I am afraid that my interest was rather mercenary."
"You want to borrow some money?" he enquired, taking out his pocket-book.
She looked at it, and though her eyes at first were listless, they still seemed fascinated.
"I don't think I can play any more to-night," she sighed.
"You have been losing?"
"Yes!"
"Come and have something," he invited. "You look tired."
She rose willingly enough. They passed out, side by side, into the little bar.
"Some champagne?" he suggested.
She shook her head quickly. The memory of the champagne at dinner-time came back to her with a sudden sickening insistence. She thought of the loan, she thought of Draconmeyer with a new uneasiness. It was as though she had admitted some new complication into her life.