Do sit down and try your luck and I will go and see if I can find your husband." He pushed a handful of plaques and a bundle of notes into her hand.

At that moment the croupier's voice was heard.
_"Quatorze rouge, pair et manque."_ "Another of my numbers!" she murmured, with a faint show of interest.

"I don't think I want to play, though." "Try just a few coups," he begged.

"You see, there is a chair here.

You may not have a chance again for hours." He was using all his will power.