The cards seemed always against him.

Constance began really to feel alarmed at his manner.
Once, however, he chanced to look up at her.

Something in her face must have impressed him.

Turning, he flung down the cards in disgust.
"That's enough for to-night," he exclaimed, rising and draining another glass on the tray.
"Luck will come your way soon again," urged Bella.

"It all averages up in the end, you know.