He tried to recollect the amount, hesitated, dated the cheque and affixed his signature, still trying to remember; then he looked at her over his shoulder.
"I forget the exact amount." She surveyed him through the haze of her cigarette, but made no answer.
"I forget the amount," he repeated.
"So do I," she nodded indolently.
"But I--" "Let it go.

Besides, I shall not accept it." He flushed up, astonished.

"You can't refuse to take a gambling debt." "I do," she retorted coolly.

"I'm tired of taking your money." "But you won it." "I'm tired of winning it.

It is all I ever do win ...