"When lovers disagree, who
is to decide but--chance? Come, Theo, your chances shall be the same as
hers. Heads you win, tails you lose. Agreed?"
Staggering back into the light, his face flushed, his teeth flashing in
a broad smile, he took a sixpence from his pocket. "You both agree?"
Theo nodded in silence and Brigit answered simply "Yes."
The coin shot from the violinist's thumb-nail, flew up into the air and
was caught on his palm, his left hand covering it.
"Heads, then, a June wedding. Tails, then _mees_ has her way, and the
event is put off till autumn? Right?"
"Yes."
Theo had turned away, and Brigit was free to look full into Joyselle's
face. It was a wonderful face in its absolute oneness of expression.
There were no complications, no remorse, nothing but wild and fierce
love of gambling, and hope that the woman he loved should remain free a
little longer.
"It is--tails."
Theo walked into the ballroom without a word, and Brigit found herself
close in his father's arms for a wild moment. "We have won, _mon adoree,
mon adoree_," he murmured. "Thank God!"
She drew away, trying to remember prudence.
"Yes. Then--this summer is ours. And in the autumn----"
"It is not even summer yet.
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