"It must be--for Mrs. Veilsturm!" retorted Otterburn, doubtfully, at once forming an unfavourable opinion of that lady; "but if you're so unlucky, you shouldn't play baccarat."
"Oh, but I'll win when I get to be a better player."
"Will you? I wish you all success. Do many people go to Mrs. Veilsturm's?"
"Yes, lots. All the jolliest people in town. She's quite in the swim you know. You meet all sorts of pretty girls there."
"Indeed! Not on Sunday evening, I presume?"
"Oh, no; on week-days. I met that pretty Australian girl there last Thursday for the first time this season."
"Eh? Miss Sheldon?"
"Yes. Awfully jolly girl. Do you know her?"
"Slightly," replied Angus, carelessly; "I met her once in Italy. She's quite the belle of London, I hear."
"Yes, rather. And such a nice girl! No humbug about her. Lots of fellows want to marry her."