The Prince, who was dealing, looked up with a smile.
"Be my good angel, Countess," he begged.

"Fortune has deserted me to-night.

You shall be the goddess of chance, and smile your favours upon me." A hard little laugh came from the chair where Lady Carey sat.

She turned her head towards them, and there was a malicious gleam in her eyes.
"Too late, Prince," she exclaimed.

"The favours of the Countess are all given away.