"Traitor," whispered a fresh, young voice at his elbow, and he looked up into the winning eyes of Diana.
"Hello," he said; "how went the battle?"
"The cards?"
"Yes."
"As usual, thank you."
"Oh! And how do they usually go with you, fair cousin?"
"Well enough," she said briefly.
She stood leaning on the piano.
"You play cleverly," she observed.
"Oh, yes—cleverly. There's nothing else to anything I do."