I would much rather have you play every night, down there at your club, than break your promise." Condy fell silent, biting thoughtfully at the knuckle of a forefinger.
"Think twice about it, Condy," urged Blix; "because this would be for always." Condy hesitated; then, abstractedly and as though speaking to himself: "It's different now.

Before we took that--three months ago, I don't say.

It was harder for me to quit then, but now--well, everything is different now; and it would please you, Blixy!" "More than anything else I can think of, Condy." He gave her his hand.
"That settles it," he said quietly.

"I'll never gamble again, Blix." Blix gripped his hand hard, then jumped up, and, with a quick breath of satisfaction, gathered up the cards and chips and flung them into the fireplace.
"Oh, I'm so glad that's over with," she exclaimed, her little eyes dancing.

"I've pretended to like it, but I've hated it all the time.
You don't know HOW I've hated it! What men can see in it to make them sit up all night long is beyond me.