“I think I’m about tired of it, too!” he exclaimed, suddenly throwing down his cards and rising; but Cecil laid his hand on his shoulder and forced him down.
“Nonsense, man! You must play out your hand, at any rate. Then you may leave off as soon as you like.”
de Cartienne resumed his seat with evident reluctance. I bent over Milly again.
“Has anyone else one of those photographs of your father?” I asked. “Is there anyone from whom you could borrow one?”
She shook her head and looked towards the empty frame.
“That was the only one,” she answered.
“Where did he have them taken?”
“At Lawrence’s, just across the way.”
“And when?”
“About nine months ago, I think it was. Why do you ask, Mr. Morton?” she added anxiously.