Try as she would, she could not catch Drummond's eye, however.
Halsey, now that the strain of the game was off, was rattling along about his losses in an undertone to her.
"But what of it ?" he concluded.

"Any day luck may change.

As for myself, I go always on the assumption that I am the one exception--unlucky both at cards and love.

If the event proves I am right, I am not disappointed.

If I am wrong, then I am happy." There was something in the tone of the whimsicality that alarmed her.
It covered a desperation which she felt instinctively.
Why was he talking thus to her, almost a stranger?
Surely it could not have been for that that Bella LeMar had brought them together.
Gradually it came to her.