"You look tired." She rose willingly enough.

They passed out, side by side, into the little bar.
"Some champagne ?" he suggested.
She shook her head quickly.

The memory of the champagne at dinner-time came back to her with a sudden sickening insistence.

She thought of the loan, she thought of Draconmeyer with a new uneasiness.

It was as though she had admitted some new complication into her life.
"Could I have some tea ?" she begged.
He ordered some and sat with her while she drank it.
"You know," he declared, "if I might be permitted to say so, I think you are taking the gaming here a little too seriously.