"
And Daisy played high and won nearly every time, while the lookers-on
marveled at her luck and wondered by what strange intuition she knew
just where to place her gold. For days the pair known to the crowd as
"_Les cousines Anglaises_," played side by side, while Lord Hardy
maintained his incognito perfectly, though some of the spectators
commented on the size of his hands and wondered why he always kept them
gloved. And Ted enjoyed it immensely, and thought it the jolliest lark
he ever had, and did not care a _sous_ how much he lost if Daisy only
won. But at last her star began to wane, and her gold-pieces were swept
off rapidly by the remorseless _croupier_, until fifty pounds went at
one stroke, and then Daisy turned pale, and said to her companion:
"Don't you think we'd better stop? I believe Satan himself is standing
behind me with his evil eye! Do look and see who is there!"
"Nobody but your husband, upon my soul," Ted whispered, after glancing
back at Archie, who, with folded arms and a cloud on his brow, stood
watching the game and longing to take his wife away.
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