"They will cheat and lie for halfpennies, but they are bad gamblers when life or death--the big things are in the balance.

Bah!" she went on.

"Father, I want Jerry Gardner to come and see me." "If you can't make him come, my dear," the professor said, "I am sure it will be of no use my trying." "He has had my letter," she continued, half to herself; "he has had my letter and he does not come." "There is nothing to be done but wait," her father decided.
"And meanwhile," she went on, "supposing he were to discover Beatrice, supposing they two were to come together; supposing he were to tell her what he knows and she were to tell him what she guessed!" The professor buried his face in his hands.

Elizabeth threw her cigarette away with an impatient gesture.
"What an idiot I am!" she declared.

"What is the use of wasting time like this ?" There was a knock at the door.