have an American expression—unlucky in love, lucky at cards," he explained to her once significantly.
Lucy used her leisure when dummy to see that none of her other guests were allowed to do what some foolish people go to the country for—rest. At the end of three rubbers she judged that the party was slumping a little. Bridge at a cent a point began to pale.
She raised her voice. "There's an attractive place about twenty minutes from here where one can get a very decent game of roulette. Rao and I discovered it last week. Who's for trying it?"
Several pushed back their chairs at once. Carmelita was in something of a quandary. She would be expected to go, she supposed. She knew the Hodge crowd were rather fancy plungers upon oecasion and she had no scruples about gambling herself. There was a thrill about it that was fascinating. But she had no money to risk and she hated to appear niggardly. Nevertheless—
"You're with us, of course, Carmelita dear?" Lucy was taking it for granted.
There was nothing to do but smile acquiescence.
Carmelita was in the tonneau of the first of the three cars composing the cavalcade that descended upon the peace and quiet of Canary
