No, I won't have anything here, thanks," she added, as Lord Weybourne started back again for the bar, muttering something about a sandwich.

"I'll have something in my room.
If you are going back to the hotel, perhaps I could come with you." They all three left the place together, passing along the private way.
"I haven't seen your brother all day," Violet remarked to Lady Weybourne.
"Richard's gone off somewhere in the car to-night, a most mysterious expedition," his sister declared.

"I began to think that it must be an elopement, but I see the yacht's there still, and he would surely choose the yacht in preference to a motor-car, if he were running off with anybody! Your husband doesn't come into the rooms much ?" Violet shook her head.
"He hasn't the gambling instinct," she said quietly.

"Perhaps he is just as well without it.

One gets a lot of amusement out of this playing for small stakes, but it is irritating to lose.