Indeed, you must play the game." He drew himself up.

Not to be a sportsman, not to play the game--to accuse him of this would have brought him back from the edge of the grave.
"I'm not fit to-day.

Let it be to-morrow, Mona," was his hesitating reply; but he did not leave the doorway.
She shook her head and made a swift little childlike gesture towards him.

"We are sure of to-day; we are not sure of to-morrow.

One or the other of us might not be here to-morrow.