He only smiled.
"Our numbers are going to turn up," he insisted cheerfully.

"I am certain of it now.

Do you know that this is the first time I have played since I have been in Monte Carlo ?" She watched him half in fear.

This time he staked on twenty-nine, with the maximum _en plein_ and all the _carres_ and _chevaux_.

Again the few moments of suspense, the click of the ball, the croupier's voice.
_"Vingt-neuf, noir, impair et passe!"_ She clutched at his arm.
"Henry!" she gasped.
He laughed.
"Open your bag," he directed.