"We were great friends at Portlaw's camp together two years ago.

I believe that you and Miss Suydam are cousins after a fashion." "After a fashion, I believe." "She's tremendously attractive, Hamil." "What?
Oh, yes, very." "Evidently no sentiment lost between you," laughed the other.
"No, of course not; no sentiment." Malcourt said carelessly: "I'm riding with Miss Suydam to-morrow.

That's one reason I'm not going on this duck-hunt." Hamil nodded.
"Another reason," he continued, intent on the glowing end of his cigarette, "is that I'm rather fortunate at the Club just now--and I don't care to disturb any run of luck that seems inclined to drift my way.

Would you give your luck the double cross ?" "I suppose not," said Hamil vaguely--"if I ever had any." "That's the way I feel.

And it's all kinds of luck that's chasing me.
_All_ kinds, Hamil.