He’d been doing this for a while now, so, for variety’s sake, he stared out the window at the falling snow. The night had not been a good one. He’d sat down at cards with Valmeyer and Pursewell, but it had not been a satisfactory game. His concentration was off, the better part of it having stayed behind in the ballroom. Fortunately, given a choice between him and Valmeyer to fleece, Pursewell settled on Valmeyer as the easier mark. It made for a nauseating spectacle. Valmeyer was drunk, as usual, and, also as usual, he seemed to think his pride demanded he play for, and lose, large sums. “Never mind, gentlemen, never mind,” he cried. “Plenty more where that came from.” In your stepsister’s purse, thought James with distaste. The whole world knew Madelene Valmeyer’s mother had left her a fortune and Lewis was engaged in throwing it away as fast as he could borrow it. Usually, James did not let such things bother him.
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