"I ought to have thought what I was doing." "Why think ?" he murmured.
Mrs.Middlemist turned square to the table and fixed her eyes on the staked louis.

In spite of the blue-eyed man's implied acquiescence she felt qualms of responsibility.

Why had she not played on an even chance, or one of the dozens, or even a _transversale_?
To add to her discomfort no one else played the full seventeen.

The whole table seemed silently jeering at her inexperience.
The croupiers had completed the payments of the last coup.

The marble fell with its sharp click and whizzed and rattled around the disc.