The lines under her eyes were unmistakable now; her cheeks, too, seemed to have grown hollow.

Her first look at him almost made him forget all their differences.

There was something piteous in the tremble of her lips.

He drew a chair to her side.
"Richard told me that you wished to speak to me," he began, as lightly as he could.
"I asked if he had seen you, a few minutes ago," she admitted.

"I am afraid that my interest was rather mercenary." "You want to borrow some money ?" he enquired, taking out his pocket-book.
She looked at it, and though her eyes at first were listless, they still seemed fascinated.
"I don't think I can play any more to-night," she sighed.
"You have been losing ?" "Yes!" "Come and have something," he invited.