"Is she pretty?"
"Ripping!"
"I want to make up five hundred pounds this week," observed Mrs. Bludlip Courtenay, in the most serious and matter-of-fact way—"I've won it all but a hundred and fifty."
"Good for you!"
"Rather!" said Lord Charlemont, nodding approval—"I'd like to get you for a partner!"
"I AM considered lucky,"—smiled Mrs. Courtenay, with an air of virtuous pride—"I always win SOMETHING!"
"Well, let's begin at once,—we'll play all the afternoon." said
Lady Beaulyon.
"Where are the tables?" "AND the cards?"
"Ask Maryllia—-"
But at that moment Maryllia stepped gently into their midst, her eyes shining, her face very pale.