‘He wins one night; loses every pound-note he has the next; and comes vaunting—the “dry still Sillery” of the establishment,—a perpetual chorus to his losses!’
‘His consolation to you for yours. That is the gentleman. Chummy doesn’t change. Say, why not St. Ombre? He’s cool.’
‘There are reasons.’
‘Let them rest. And I have my reasons. Do the same for them.’
‘Yours concern the honour of the family.’
‘Deeply: respect them.’
‘Your relatives have to be thought of, though they are few and not too pleasant.’
‘If I had thought much of them, what would our relations be? They object to dicing, and I to leading strings.’
She turned to a brighter subject, of no visible connection with the preceding.
‘Henrietta comes in May.’