"What makes you think so?"
"He took it so awfully cool."
"That may mean the reverse."
"It don't with him. But, Mrs. Lovell, do tell me you haven't lost. Not much, is it? Because, I know there's no guessing, when you are concerned."
The lady trifled with her bridle-rein.
"I really can't tell you yet. I may have lost. I haven't won. I'm not cool-blooded enough to bet against favourites. Addio, son of Fortune! I'm at the Opera to-night."
As she turned her horse from Lord Suckling, the cavalier who had saluted her when she was with Sir William passed again. She made a signal to her groom, and sent the man flying in pursuit of him, while she turned and cantered. She was soon overtaken.
"Madam, you have done me the honour."
"I wish to know why it is your pleasure to avoid me, Major Waring?"
"In this place?"