The people behaved with the correct impassiveness of an Anglican congregation.

She had heard of more jocular funerals.
She forgot the intoxication of her first gold and turquoise day at Monte Carlo.

A sense of loneliness--such as a solitary dove might feel in a wilderness of evil bats--oppressed her.

Had she not been aware that she was a remarkably attractive woman and the object of innumerable glances, she would have cried.

And twenty louis pitched into unprofitable space! Yet she stood half fascinated by the rattle of the marble on the revolving disc, the glitter of the gold, the soft pat of the coins on the green cloth as they were thrown by the croupier.