He had a friend--a Mr.Horton--who is a dealer on the Stock Exchange and who 'operates' rather largely--'operate' I believe is the expression used, although it seems to be nothing more than common gambling--and I have more than once suspected Walter of being concerned in what Mr.Horton calls 'a little flutter.'" "That doesn't strike me as a very long-headed proceeding," I remarked, with the impartial wisdom of the impecunious, and therefore untempted.
"No," she agreed, "it isn't.

But your gambler always thinks he is going to win--though you mustn't let me give you the impression that Walter is a gambler.

But here is my destination.

Thank you for escorting me so far, and I hope you are beginning to feel less like a stranger to the Hornby family.

We shall make our appearance to-night at eight punctually." She gave me her hand with a frank smile and tripped up the steps leading to the street door; and when I glanced back, after crossing the road, she gave me a little friendly nod as she turned to enter the house..