As if inspired by the winning several of the bystanders, some newly arrived, had money in their hands, to stake. So we strolled on; and I was conscious that the youth’s brown eyes briefly flicked after us with a peculiar glint.
“Yours,” she said, extending the coins to me.
I declined.
“No, indeed. It is part of my tuition. If you will play I will stake.”
She also declined.
“I can’t have that. You will at least take your own money back.”
“Only for another try, madam,” I assented.
“In that case we’ll find a livelier game yonder,” said she. “Bob’s just a lazy boy. His game is a piker game. He’s too slow to learn from. Let us watch a real game.”