'A hundred and fifty.'
The play went on—the dice-box rattled again and again, while the Major, with his back against the mantelpiece, looked silently and curiously, but darkly on. Shafto won back—what he had lost as a lure—his £500, with wonderful celerity, and then another sum of £100, for which Kippilaw gave him a cheque, signed by a very unsteady hand.
'Double or quits,' said Shafto, staking the cheque, with his hand on the dice-box.
'Thanks—but I don't think I'll play any more,' said Kippilaw.
'Oh—indeed—please yourself,' said Shafto scornfully, while biting his lips with anger and disappointment—'but after gaining £500 from me—the devil—are you afraid?'
'No.'
'What then?'
'I have played enough—more deeply than I ever did before.'
'Enough!' repeated Shafto contemptuously.
'Yes.'