"No," he said.

"I had few opportunities of indulging in expensive luxuries." "I think we had better take our places," said Maud Barrington, with unveiled contempt.
Winston's forehead grew a trifle hot, and when he sat down Barrington glanced at him.

"I should explain that we never allow stakes of any kind at Silverdale," he said.

"Some of the lads sent out to me have been a trifle extravagant in the old country." He dealt out the cards, but a trace of bewildered irritation crept into his eyes as the game proceeded, and once or twice he appeared to check an exclamation of astonishment, while at last he glanced reproachfully at Winston.
"My dear sir! Still, you have ridden a long way," he said, laying his finger on a king.
Winston laughed to hide his dismay.

"I am sorry, sir.