"Now," she laughed hysterically, "I may go on playing for another hour."
The Casino's representative in charge at that table smiled and shook his head.
"We accept only money, madame," he said, with a grave bow.
"But I have no more money—with me," flashed back the young woman, her cheeks burning feverishly.
"I regret, madame," insisted the Casino's man. Then an attendant, at a barely perceptible sign from the croupier, as the man in charge of the table is called, stepped up behind the young woman, bent over her and murmured:
"If you care to leave the table for a few minutes, madame, there are those close at hand who will advance you money on your necklace."
The young woman pouted at first. In another instant there was a suppressed shout at the table. A player had just won four thousand francs.
"I must have money!" cried the young woman, springing from her chair. "This is destined to be my lucky night, and I must have money!"
As though he had been waiting for his prey, the attendant was quickly by the woman's side. Bowing, he offered his arm. The man, attendant though he was, was garbed in evening dress. Without a blush the woman moved away on this attendant's arm.
"Shall we move on?" asked Dan.