Cleone drew a deep breath.
"Yes. I will. And I'll never, never, never speak to you again!"
He laughed.
"Oh, I trust you'll change your mind! Now!" He cast the dice. "Aha! Can you beat that?"
Cleone took the box in a firm clasp, and shook it long and violently. Her cheeks were burning, her eyes tight shut. She threw the dice. Brenderby bent over the table.
"Alack!"
Her eyes flew open.
"I've won? Oh, I have won!"
"No. I was grieving for you, fairest, not for myself. You have lost."
Tears glistened on the end of her long lashes.