"You've forgotten, Starrett, my cousin's name is Westfall, _Miss_ Westfall." "Diane!" persisted Starrett.
With one of his incomprehensible whims, Carl swept the cards into a disorderly heap and shrugged.
"I'm through," he said curtly.

"Wherry, take the pot.

You need it." "Damned irregular!" snapped Starrett sourly.
"So ?" said Carl, and stared the recalcitrant into sullen silence.
Rising, he crossed to the fire, his dark, impudent eyes lingering reflectively upon Starrett's moody face.
"Starrett," he mused, "I wonder what I ever saw in you anyway.

You're infernally shallow and alcoholic and your notions of poker are as distorted as your morals.

I'm not sure but I think you'd cheat." He shrugged wearily.