apologetically to Mrs. Mackintosh, "if we play only for threepenny points. Were I a curate I could play for sixpence, but in my position the stakes are necessarily limited." "You don't ever mean to say," exclaimed the old lady, "that you're a gambling Bishop!" "My brother," interrupted Miss Matilda, "is a pattern of upright living to his day and generation. But of course if you're incapable of understanding the difference between a sinful wager of money and the few pence necessary to keep up the interest of the game—" "Gambling is gambling, to my mind," said Mrs. Mackintosh, "whether you play for dollars or doughnuts!"[Pg 171] [Pg 171] "The point seems well taken," remarked the Bishop meditatively. "It's certainly never struck me in that light before; but if you think—" "I think," said the old lady decidedly, "that it's lucky for you that there are no whales in Blanford!" Miss Matilda threw down her cards. "If I'm to be called a gambler under my own brother's roof," she said, "I shall refuse to play. Besides I've a headache." And she rose majestically from the table. "But, my dear," began the Bishop meekly, "if we cannot find a fourth hand—" "If Miss Banborough doesn't feel up to playing," came the sweet tones of Violet's voice, "I'll be delighted to take her place." And a moment later she was ensconced at the table. The Bishop's sister retired to a corner with the largest and most aggressive volume of sermons she could find, and sniffed loudly at intervals all the evening. And when at ten o'clock, in response to the summons of an[Pg 172] impressive functionary clad in black and bearing a wand surmounted by a silver cross, the little party filed out to evening devotions in the chapel, Miss Matilda gathered her skirts around her as if she feared contagion. [Pg 172] "I'm afraid of that old cat," Mrs. Mackintosh confided to Violet, when they had reached the haven of their apartments. "I'm sure she suspects us already; and if we're not careful, she'll find us out."[Pg 173] [Pg 173]
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