"I could decide better in another six months.

Now it is perhaps fortunate that Colonel Barrington is waiting for us to make up his four at whist." Winston allowed a faint gesture of dismay to escape him.

"Must I play ?" "Yes," said the girl, smiling.

"Whist is my uncle's hobby and he is enthusiastic over a clever game." Winston groaned inwardly.

"And I am a fool at whist." "Then it was poker you played ?" and again a faint trace of anger crept into the girl's eyes.
Winston shook his head.