She looked towards Wethermill and smiled; and the smile made her face a miracle of tenderness.

Then she disappeared, and in a few moments Ricardo saw a way open in the throng behind the banker, and she appeared again only a yard or two away, just behind Wethermill.

He turned, and taking her hand into his, shook it chidingly.
"I couldn't let you play against me, Celia," he said, in English; "my luck's too good tonight.

So you shall be my partner instead.

I'll put in the capital and we'll share the winnings." The girl's face flushed rosily.