‘Yes, indeed,’ said Dare, turning the key in the door. ‘It would look strange if he were to find us here.’
As the old man seemed indisposed to leave the churchyard just yet they sat down again.
‘What a capital card-table this green cloth would make,’ said Dare, as they waited. ‘You play, captain, I suppose?’
‘Very seldom.’
‘The same with me. But as I enjoy a hand of cards with a friend, I don’t go unprovided.’ Saying which, Dare drew a pack from the tail of his coat. ‘Shall we while away this leisure with the witching things?’
‘Really, I’d rather not.’
‘But,’ coaxed the young man, ‘I am in the humour for it; so don’t be unkind!’
‘But, Willy, why do you care for these things? Cards are harmless enough in their way; but I don’t like to see you carrying them in your pocket. It isn’t good for you.’
‘It was by the merest chance I had them. Now come, just one hand, since we are prisoners. I want to show you how nicely I can play. I won’t corrupt you!’
‘Of course not,’ said De Stancy, as if ashamed of what his objection implied. ‘You are not corrupt enough yourself to do that, I should hope.’