This was in great
measure accounted for by the circumstance that they were losing other
people's money: at all events, they often turned their heads over their
shoulders, and applied for fresh funds to their male companions.
Zoe blushed at all this, and said to Vizard, "I should like to see the
other rooms." She whispered to Miss Maitland, "Surely they are not very
select in this one."
"Lead on," said Vizard; "that is the way."
Fanny had not parted with his arm all this time. As they followed the
others, he said, "But she will find it is all the same thing."
Fanny laughed in his face. "Don't you _see?_ C'est la chasse au Severne
qui commence."
"En voil'a un se'v'ere," replied he.
She was mute. She had not learned that sort of French in her
finishing-school. I forgive it.
The next room was the same thing over again.
Zoe stood a moment and drank everything in, then turned to Vizard,
blushed, and said, "May we play a little now?"
"Why, of course."
"Fanny!"
"No; you begin, dear. We will stand by and wish you success."
"You are a coward," said Zoe, loftily; and went to the table with more
changes of color than veteran lancers betray in charging infantry.
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