"
She shrugged her shoulders.
"You do not strike one," she remarked, "as the sort of person likely
to lose a fortune on the race-course."
"You are quite right," he answered, "I think that I won money. A
couple of thousand at least."
"Two thousand pounds!" She actually sighed, and lost her appetite
for the oyster patty with which she had been trifling. Trent looked
around the table.
"At the same time," he continued in a lower key, "I'll make a
confession to you, Miss Wendermott, I wouldn't care to make to any
one else here. I've been pretty lucky as you know, made money fast
- piled it up in fact. To-day, for the first time, I have come
face to face with the possibility of a reverse."
"Is this a new character?" she murmured. "Are you becoming
faint-hearted?"
"It is no ordinary reverse," he said slowly. "It is collapse
- everything!"
"0 - oh!"
She looked at him attentively. Her own heart was beating. If he
had not been engrossed by his care lest any one might over-hear
their conversation, he would have been astonished at the change in
her face
"You are talking in enigmas surely," she said. "Nothing of that
sort could possibly happen to you. They tell me that the Bekwando
Land shares are priceless, and that you must make millions.
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