He was too good a sportsman to show temper in a game; he had suddenly come to the knowledge that love, too, is a game, and needs playing.

By this time the dinner was drawing to its close and now a singular thing happened.

As Jessica, with demure amusement, listened to the talk that followed Iberville's sally, she chanced to lift her eyes to a window.

She started, changed colour, and gave a little cry.

The governor's hand covered hers at once as he followed her look.