There!" She left in a flutter, as if some one had winked out the light by which she, poor little butterfly, had singed her wings, and there was nothing for her but to fly away alone in the darkness with her secret.
Halsey accompanied her to the door.

For a moment she raised a questioning face to his, and shot a half covert glance at Constance.
Then, as if with an effort, adhering to her first resolution to go alone, she whispered earnestly, "I hope you win.

Luck MUST turn." Halsey plunged back into the game, now with Bella holding a hand.

He played recklessly, then conservatively.

It made no difference.