"No, no, you go 'ome to bed in the Pension Malfait." "I shouldn't think of doing such a thing!" he said kindly.

"I will come back with you to the Casino, and together we will persuade Monsieur Wachner to go home.

He has had time to make or lose a good deal of money in the last few minutes." "Yes, indeed he 'as--" again Madame Wachner sighed, and Chester's heart went out to her.

She was a really nice old woman--clever and intelligent, as well as cheerful and brave.

It seemed a great pity that she should be cursed with a gambler for a husband.
As they went back into the Casino they could hear the people round them talking of the Comte de Virieu, and of the high play that had gone on at the club that evening.
"No, he is winning now," they heard someone say.