"And that some kind friend won't call him up and put him wise," he added—and they went back to the game.
"Montague, will you either stay here or go away—far away, that is," Dorothy Tazewell requested—"down to the grill-room would be about right."
"Wherefore this happy consideration!" Pendleton laughed.
"So we can continue our game, stupid, without the attendant interruption of having Gladys desert us every time she's dummy."
"By which I might infer——" Pendleton began.
"Whatever you wish that is complimentary—or otherwise; it's a free for all.—Two royal!" and she smiled at him with roguish demureness.
"I'm squelched," said he, with affected sadness. "I was just about to ask you all to take dinner with me here this evening, but of course it is out of the question now. I'm awfully sorry it happened, you know. It's the——"
"Go 'long with you, Montague!" Mrs. Burleston exclaimed. "How can one remember the cards while that sirenly seductive voice of yours is playing on the diapason."
"Yes, run along, Montague!" agreed Dorothy—"or you'll have to pay my losses; it's a quarter of a cent a point, too, and I can't afford to lose."