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l was practically bound to win. But--after all, Hargate probably had plenty of money. He could afford it. "All right," said his lordship again. "How much?" "Something fairly moderate? Ten bob a hundred?" There is no doubt that his lordship ought at this suggestion to have corrected the novice's notion that ten shillings a hundred was fairly moderate. He knew that it was possible for a poor player to lose four hundred points in a twenty minutes' game, and usual for him to lose two hundred. But he let the thing go. "Very well," he said. Twenty minutes later, Hargate was looking some-what ruefully at the score-sheet. "I owe you eighteen shillings," he said. "Shall I pay you now, or shall we settle up in a lump after we've finished?" "What about stopping now?" said Lord Dreever. "It's quite fine out." "No, let's go on. I've nothing to do till dinner, and I don't suppose you have." His lordship's conscience made one last effort. "You'd much better stop, you know, Hargate, really," he said. "You can lose a frightful lot at this game." "My dear Dreever," said Hargate stiffly, "I can look after myself, thanks. Of course, if you think you are risking too much, by all means--" "Oh, if you don't mind," said his lordship, outraged, "I'm only too frightfully pleased. Only, remember I warned you." "I'll bear it in mind. By the way, before we start, care to make it a sovereign a hundred?" Lord Dreever could not afford to play picquet for a sovereign a hundred, or, indeed, to play picquet for money at all; but, after his adversary's innuendo, it was impossible for a young gentleman of spirit to admit the humiliating fact. He nodded. "About time, I fancy," said Hargate, looking at his watch an hour later, "that we were going in to dress for dinner." His lordship, made no reply. He was wrapped in thought. "Let's see, that's twenty pounds you owe me, isn't it?" continued Hargate. "Shocking bad luck you had!" They went out into the rose-garden. "Jolly everything smells after the rain," said Hargate, who seemed to have struck a conversational patch. "Freshened everything up." His lordship did not appear to have noticed it. He seemed to be thinking of something else. His air was pensive and abstracted. "There's just time," said Hargate, looking at his watch again, "for a short stroll. I want to have a talk with you." "Oh!" said Lord Dreever. His air did not belie his feelings. He looked pensi
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