"You! you have got what the women call a lucky face." Frank appealed to Crayford.

"Shall I ?" "Yes, if he wishes it," said Crayford.
Frank cast the dice.

"Two! He stays! Wardour, I am sorry I have thrown against you." "Go or stay," reiterated Wardour, "it's all one to me.

You will be luckier, young one, when you cast for yourself." Frank cast for himself.
"Eight.

Hurrah! I go!" "What did I tell you ?" said Wardour.