Morgan looked up quickly, then glanced at the others. "Well, one more hand around then—but the last," he said deliberately. "We are expected at home at seven," he continued in explanation to the others. "Possibly Mr. Jervais does not understand my impatience."
"Nor your luck." suggested the Colonel.
"Go on—go on," Jervais muttered. "If you're in a hurry, let's get through. I'll show you something this time."
"Better walk around your chair," Morancy laughed.
Jervais wheeled towards him. "Is it your money I'm losing?"
Jervais now replaced his depleted pile by a further purchase of chips, and announced that, as it was the last hand around, he would not limit his stake to the money in front of him, but would, so far as he was concerned, allow or make any bet.
The cards were dealt in silence.
"Three for me," cried Jervais, his hand falling heavily upon the table.
The Colonel looked around the table, his face elaborately expressionless.
"I stand pat," said Morgan. After the others had drawn he bet fifty dollars.