The man obeyed in silence. When he had made himself quite comfortable, he raised herhand, the one which was nearest to him, to his lips, and afterwards retained it in his own."Forgive me if I seem unsympathetic, Ena," he said. "The fact is, everything has been gettingon my nerves for the last few days, and my luck seems dead out."She looked at him curiously. She was past middle age, and her face showed signs of the wearand tear of life. But she still had fine eyes, and the rejuvenating arts of Bond Street had donetheir best ...
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The man obeyed in silence. When he had made himself quite comfortable, he raised herhand, the one which was nearest to him, to his lips, and afterwards retained it in his own."Forgive me if I seem unsympathetic, Ena," he said. "The fact is, everything has been gettingon my nerves for the last few days, and my luck seems dead out."She looked at him curiously. She was past middle age, and her face showed signs of the wearand tear of life. But she still had fine eyes, and the rejuvenating arts of Bond Street had donetheir best for her."What is the matter, Nigel?" she asked. "Have the cards been going against you?"He frowned and hesitated for a moment before replying."Ena," he said, "between us two there is an ancient bargain, and that is that we should tell thetruth to one another. I will tell you what it is that is worrying me most. I have suspected it forsome time, but this afternoon it was absolutely obvious. There is a sort of feeling at the club. Ican't exactly describe it, but I am conscious of it directly I come into the room. For several days Ihave scarcely been able to get a rubber. This afternoon, when I cut in with Harewood andMildmay and another fellow, two of them made some sort of an excuse and went off. I pretendednot to notice it, of course, but there it was. The thing was apparent, and it is the very devil!"Again she looked at him closely."There is nothing tangible?" she asked. "No complaint, or scandal, or anything of that sort?"He rejected the suggestion with scorn."No!" he said. "I am not such an idiot as that. All the same there is the feeling. They don'tcare to play bridge with me. There is only young Engleton who takes my part, and so far asplaying bridge for money is concerned, he would be worth the whole lot put together if only Icould get him away from them-make up a little party somewhere, and have him to myself for aweek or two."
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