Her
luck was variable; in fact, she had some fair streaks of good
fortune, just enough to keep her thoroughly amused with her new
distraction; but on the whole she was a loser. The Brimley
Bomefields had a collective attack of nervous prostration on the
day when she sold out a quantity of shares in Argentine rails.
'Nothing will ever bring that money back,' they remarked
lugubriously to one another.
"'Veronique at last could bear it no longer, and went home; you
see, it had been her idea to bring the aunt on this disastrous
expedition, and though the others did not cast the fact verbally
in her face, there was a certain lurking reproach in their eyes
which was harder to meet than actual upbraidings. The other two
remained behind, forlornly mounting guard over their aunt until
such time as the waning of the Dieppe season should at last turn
her in the direction of home and safety. They made anxious
calculations as to how little 'good money' might, with reasonable
luck, be squandered in the meantime. Here, however, their
reckoning went far astray; the close of the Dieppe season merely
turned their aunt's thoughts in search of some other convenient
gambling resort.
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