His position in life was secure.

That had always been Aileen's sad, secret thought.

Hers had not been and might never be now.
"Oh, I'm getting foozled already," she exclaimed, gaily reverting to a girlhood habit of clapping her hands.

"How much will I win if I win ?" The gesture attracted attention even as the ball fell.
"By George, you have it!" exclaimed Lynde, who was watching the croupier.

"Eight hundred, two hundred, two hundred"-- he was counting to himself--"but we lose thirteen.