"I much prefer not to say good-by." "Oh, nonsense!" cried Langham.
"No, Marsh, I don't intend to say good-by to any one!" North quietly turned back into the room.
"I had intended having you up to the house to-night for a blow-out," urged Langham, but North shook his head.

"You and Gilmore, Jack; and by the way, this puts me in a nice hole! I have already asked Gilmore, and he's coming.

Now, how the devil am to get out of it?
I can't spring him alone on the family circle, and I don't want to hurt his feelings!" "Call it off, Marsh; say I couldn't come; that's a good enough excuse to give Gilmore.

Why, that fellow's a common card-sharp, you can't ask Evelyn to meet him!" A slight noise in the hall caused both men to glance toward the door, where they saw just beyond the threshold the swarthy-faced Gilmore.
There was a brief embarrassed silence, and then North nodded to the new-comer, but the salutation was not returned.
"Well, good-by, Marsh!" he said, and turned to the door.

As he brushed past the gambler their eyes met for an instant, and in that instant Gilmore's face turned livid with rage.
"I'll fix you for that, so help me God, I will!" he said, but North made no answer.