Lucius's smile fell by degrees as the cards piled on top of one another. After giving himself a moment to take them in, he raised his eyes to Weiland with a grudging sort of admiration (mixed with a healthy dose of dislike). "I have seen that twice in thirty years of play," he said. "You have a demon's luck." He felt no need to spell out the alternative - you're a dirty cheat - knowing that it would be implied whether or not he wasted his breath. "The bloody queen's still in the deck somewhere, or I'd have had you. - Women, what?"
... But, he'd had worse nights, hadn't he? And it rather put him in the mood to do his part kicking up terror around the countryside, which he'd been somewhat lax about lately. He waved the cigarette to extinguish it; time to go. "Nothing I'll worry about. The only thing that grows faster than money is hair."