She shrank a little from him.
But he had not the time to sit down beside her, for Captain Barstow exclaimed jovially: "I say, Garratt, I have an idea.

There are five of us here.

Let us have a little round game of cards." Sylvia started.

In her heart she knew that just some such proposal as this she had been dreading all the evening.

Her sinking hopes died away altogether.
This poor witless youth, plied with champagne; the older men who flattered him with lies; the suggestion of champagne made as though it were a sudden inspiration, and the six bottles standing ready in the cupboard; and now the suggestion of a little round game of cards made in just the same tone! Sylvia had a feeling of horror.