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"I wish I could use mirrors to break it to Tom about this baccarat business." I had a word of comfort to offer here. I had been turning the thing over in my mind since our last meeting, and I thought I saw where she had got twisted. Where she made her error, it seemed to me, was in feeling she had got to tell Uncle Tom.
Smith is somewhere in this neighbourhood, and that is why he did not go to Yorkshire. Sir Trevor monopolised most of the conversation, until we all got up to play baccarat. I did not want to play as I don't know it, and Lord Valmond said it would be much nicer to sit and talk, but Mrs.
"I say!" cried a young dark-haired fellow, like a dishevelled Lord Byron. "Here comes the Labour leader make room!" And amid laughter and chaffing he was drawn down to the baccarat table, where a new deal was just beginning. He felt in his pockets for money; his eyes, intent and shining, followed every motion of the dealer's hand.
He was a good-looking man, pleasant in his manners, and remarkably plausible. But the fact is I am speaking in strict confidence, of course he was a bad egg. He had been in the Guards, and I don't quite know why he left; but I do know that he played bridge and baccarat pretty heavily at several clubs, and that he had a reputation for being a rather uncomfortably lucky player.
Two whole days had gone by since she had been there last, and oh! how long each hour of those days had seemed! The two oddly-assorted couples passed through into the hall, and so up to the closely-guarded doors of the Club. The Baccarat Room was very full, fuller than usual, for several parties of merry, rather boisterous young men had come out from Paris to spend the evening.
It seems they did not finish the baccarat until half-past three, and that Lord Oldfield won more than a thousand pounds. Mrs.
When they got up into the Baccarat Room they found L'Ami Fritz standing apart from the tables, his hands in his pockets, staring abstractedly out of a dark window on to the lake. "Well?" cried Madame Wachner sharply, "Well, Fritz?" "I have had no luck!" he shook his head angrily. "It is all the fault of that cursed system!
The walk did him good, and restored his physical equilibrium. He was thankful to be alive after such a narrow escape. He went upstairs with a comparatively light step, and tossed his overcoat to a very sleepy footman who had risen to receive him. He went into the card-room. Baccarat was just finishing. It was three o'clock in the morning.
At his club he had lost large sums at baccarat and loo, and, in an unhappy hour for himself and his, he stooped from his high position and miserable to think of committed a crime.
He is passionately fond of everything that tends to make life pleasant and easy; dines at Bignon's, or the Cafe Anglais; plays baccarat at the club with extraordinary luck; has the most comfortable apartment and the most elegant coupe in all Paris.
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