"Oh, I shouldn't. Anyhow, I'd stand to win so much more than I'd lose. I'm going to think it out. There are places abroad."
"Denis, you'd get taken up! I remember dad reading about a case—"
"Not me," airily.
Nell punched his pillow thoughtfully. "I don't like it, Denis," she decided. "It's too risky, and—and—"
"Well?"
"I'm sure dad and mother would call it gambling! There, I feel like a goody little sister in a book."
He laughed.
"You don't look the character, anyway. And you're to go to bed."
"But—but you won't—"
"Oh, I may break the bank of England yet, who knows?" teasingly; "go to bed and dream of me, asthore."