He shook his head.
"I should like to make a wager with you on that," she cried.
"A box of candy—anything you like," he replied, airily; "but I must warn you that it is not quite the correct thing to wager with a lady, especially when you are sure that she will lose."
"I'll take my chances," she replied, a strange look flashing into her excited blue eyes.
"You have not told me what the wager is to be."
For a moment the girl caught her breath and gave a lightning-like glance about her. No one was listening, no one would hear.
"You have not told me," said Jay Gardiner, gallantly, as he bent forward.
She turned and faced him, and her answer came in an almost inaudible whisper. But he heard it, though he believed he had not heard aright.
"Do I understand you to say that your hand is the wager?" he asked, surprisedly.
"Yes!" she answered.