It was scarcely fair to my partner.

You would, however, have beaten us, any way." Barrington gravely gathered up the cards.

"We will," he said, "have some music.

I do not play poker." Then, for the first time, Winston lost his head in his anger.

"Nor do I, sir." Barrington only looked at him, but the farmer felt as though somebody had struck him in the face, and, as soon as he conveniently could, bade Miss Barrington good-night.
"But we expected you would stay here a day or two.