She looked at him doubtfully, almost as if she suspected him of trying to trick her.

Then, reassured by something in the harsh countenance which his voice and words utterly failed to express, she leaned impulsively forward with a swift movement of surrender and laid her head against his shoulder.
"I'll do--whatever you wish," she said, in muffled tones.

"I will trust you! I do trust you!" He put his arm around her, for she was trembling, and held her so for a space in silence.
The voice in the billiard-room took up the tale.

"That fellow's luck is positively prodigious.

He can't help scoring--whatever he does.