"Very well then. Somebody told me."
"And you let me bet with you! And you bet on a certainty!"
"I did."
"Oh!" she exclaimed reproachfully, "is that good sportsmanship, Mr. Quarren?"
"No; very bad. And that was why I didn't take the forfeit. Now you understand."
She sat considering him, the champagne breaking in her glass.
"Yes, I do understand now. A good sportsman couldn't take a forfeit which he won betting on a certainty.... That wasn't a real wager, was it?"
"No, it wasn't."
"If it had been, I—I don't suppose you'd have let me go."
"Indeed not!"