awakened Nan, and sat on the edge of the bed, and proceeded
enthusiastically to tell her all about it. She was very sleepy. Also an
exasperated inhabitant of the next room pounded on the thin partition.
Reluctantly Keith desisted. It took him some time to get to sleep, as the
excitement was seething in his veins.

He came to consciousness after a restless night. The sun was streaming in
at the window. He felt dull and heavy, with a slight headache and a
weariness in all his muscles. Worst of all, Nan, in a ravishing pink fluffy
affair, was bending over him, her eyes dancing with amusement and mischief.

"And how is my little madcap this morning?" she inquired with mock
solicitude. This stung Keith to some show of energy, and he got up.

The sun was really very bright. A dash of cold water made him feel better.
Enthusiasm began to flow back like a tide. The importance of the evening
before reasserted its claims on his imagination. As he dressed he told Nan
all about it. In the midst of a glowing eulogy of their prospects, he
checked himself with a chuckle.

"Guess what the Sherwoods are," said he.

Nan, who had been half listening up to this time, gave him her whole
attention.

"A gambler! A common gambler!" she repeated after him, a little dismayed.

"I felt the same way for a minute or so," he answered her tone cheerfully.
"But after all I remembered--you must remember--that society here is very
mixed. And anyway, Sherwood is no 'common gambler'; I should say he was a