A brief stir succeeded his entrance, as Penelope and one or two other non-players exchanged greetings with him.

Then he crossed over to where Nan was playing.

She was acutely conscious of his tall, loose-limbed figure as he threaded his way carefully between the tables.
"Gambling as usual ?" he queried, when he had shaken hands.

"And winning--also as usual--I suppose ?" "On the contrary," she retorted.

"I've just thrown away a perfectly good trick.