Have you ever thought much about coincidences, Miss Warden? To my mind, they may be described as the zero on the roulette-board of life.'
They left Mr Warden, who shot in at the casino door like a homing rabbit, and walked on in silence, which lasted till Ruth, suddenly becoming aware that her companion's eyes were fixed on her face, turned her head, to meet a gaze of complete, not to say loving, admiration.
'Do you believe in affinities, Miss Warden?' he said,
Mr Warden was disposed to effervesce with gratitude.
'I've seen you several times out here since I arrived, Miss Warden,' said Mr Vince.
As they approached the casino restlessness crept into Mr Warden's manner.
Ruth Warden got up from her desk and, having put on her hat, emerged into the outer office where M.
It would have amazed Mr Eugene Warden, that genial old gentleman, if, on one of those occasions of manly emotion when he was in the habit of observing that he had been nobody's enemy but his own, somebody had hinted that he had spoiled his daughter's life.
A day came when Mr Warden observed with pain that his relative responded less nimbly to the touch.
Very soon after their arrival it became evident that, to a man of Mr Warden's nature, resident a stone's-throw distant from two casinos, the small allowance was not likely to go very far.
Business transactions with that useful institution had always been conducted by her, it being Mr Warden's theory that Woman can extract in these crises just that extra franc or two which is denied to the mere male.
'What an evening, my dear!' said Mr Warden. 'What an evening!
'Gandinot ought to go on the stage,' went on Mr Warden, pursuing his theme.