Nothing of any consequence." And he groaned at his own cowardice.
"Suppose we stop," she said.

"There is no use in finishing the game if our hands are out.

I am rather tired of it." "Certainly--if you wish it." "I will finish if you like." "Not at all.

What pleases you, pleases me." Gertrude made him a little bow, and idly knocked the balls about with her cue.

Erskine's eyes wandered, and his lip moved irresolutely.