“Yes, we pride ourselves on the quality of our suppers,” she said. “Why did you play at E.O.? Is not faro your game?”
“Curiosity again, Miss Grantham. My besetting sin.”
“Curiosity to see a female elbow-shaker, sir?”
“Just so,” he agreed.
“Was that why you came?”
“Of course,” he said coolly.
She laughed. “Well, I did not think when I saw you that you were a gamester!”
“Did you take me for a flat, Miss Grantham?”
Her eyes twinkled rather attractively. “Why, yes, for a moment I did! But Lord Ormskirk put all my hopes to flight. The rich Mr Ravenscar’s luck at the bones or the cards is proverbial.”
“It was out tonight.”