It was ridiculous, but he felt as though he had taken a great step.

Presently Lady Weybourne, on her way to the baccarat rooms, saw him sitting there and looked in.
"Well, Dicky," she exclaimed, "what luck ?" "Sit down, Flossie," he begged.

"I've spoken to her." "You don't mean,--" she began, horrified.
"Oh, no, no! Nothing of that sort!" he interrupted.

"Don't think I'm such a blundering ass.

She was trying to get change and couldn't reach.
I took the note from her, got the change and gave it to her.