She was, however, studying the little book as she went down the shallow steps and her expression indicated dissatisfaction.
"I'm afraid it was my fault, though you had very bad luck," said the man, noticing her look.

"I'm dreadfully sorry." "It was your fault," Sylvia rejoined, with some petulance.

"When I held my best hand I was deceived by your lead.

Besides, as I told the others, I didn't mean to play; you shouldn't have come down and persuaded me." Bland considered.

On the whole Sylvia played a good game, but she was obviously a little out of practise, for his lead had really been the correct one, though she had not understood it.