It is said that she had heard herself referred to as "Madame Moustache" as soon as too often. Within per week she had rented a room on Broad Street and set up a Vingt-et-Un desk, which she ran herself, for the entertainment of local gold miners. Nor was the distinctive element of refinement lacking. So charming was she that her establishment prospered, enabling her to broaden into larger and plusher premises. "Dear me!" - cried Margaret, "why should not we play at vingt-un? - I think it's a significantly better game than Speculation. I can not say I am very fond of Speculation." "It is the...