"If I were ruined, what would become of you ?" "Have you lost at play again to-night ?" she asked, and in her tone there was a note of anxiety.
Contarini laughed low, and felt for the wallet at his aide.

He held it up to show how heavy it was with the gold, and made her take it.

She only kept it a moment, but while it was in her hand her eyelids were half closed as if she were guessing at the weight, for he could not see her face.
"I won all that," he said.

"To-morrow you shall have the pearls." "How good you are to me! But should you not keep the money?
You may need it.

Why do you talk of ruin ?" She knew that he would give her all he had, she almost guessed that he would commit a crime rather than lack gold to give her.
"You do not know my father!" he answered.