“I suppose they pay you very well here,” remarked Bundle.

“Very fair, m’lady.”

Bundle passed in. It seemed to her that in this room the real life of the club was exposed. The stakes were high, she saw that at once, and the people gathered round the two tables were of the true type. Hawk-eyed, haggard, with the gambling fever in their blood.

She and Bill stayed there for about half an hour. Then Bill grew restive.

“Let’s get out of this place, Bundle, and go on dancing.”

Bundle agreed. There was nothing to be seen here. They went down again. They danced for another half-hour, had fish and chips, and then Bundle declared herself ready to go home.

“But it’s so early,” Bill protested.