The evening after I lost my roll I was to attend a swell affair up on Temple Street.

I was in a rocky condition, and I took something to brace me up, for I knew there would be pretty girls there, and I wouldn't have missed it for anything.

The memory of that horrible game was still with me, and whenever my mind wandered I was thinking of jack pots and kindred things.

Well, I went to the party, and there were plenty of queens there, but I didn't seem to enjoy myself, for some reason.

I fancied it possible they might smell my breath, and that worried me.