Zebiline, vol 1 | Page 8

have the evil eye."
"Say, rather, that you have no stomach," said Heloise. "Had you made
your debut, as I made mine, with Frederic Lemaitre in 'Thirty Years in
the Life of an Actor'"
"It certainly would not rejuvenate her," said Henri, finishing the
sentence.
"Marquis, you are very impertinent," said the duenna, laughing. "As a
penalty, you must lend me five louis."
"With the greatest pleasure."
"Thank you!"
And, as a new hand was about to be dealt, Heloise seated herself at one
of the tables. This time Paul Landry put fifteen thousand francs in the
bank.
"Will you do me the favor to cut the cards?" he asked of Fanny, who
stood behind Henri's chair.
"What! in spite of my evil eye, Monsieur?"
"I do not fear that, Mademoiselle. Your eyes have always been too
beautiful for one of them to change now."
Stale as was this compliment, it had the desired effect, and the young
woman thrust vertically into the midst of the pack the cards he held out
to her.
"Play, messieurs," said the banker.
"Messieurs and Madame," corrected Heloise, placing her five chips

before her, while Henri, at the other table, staked the six thousand
francs which he had just won.
"Don't put up more than there is in the bank," objected Paul Landry,
throwing a keen glance at the stakes. Having assured himself that on
the opposing side to this large sum there were hardly thirty louis, he
dealt the cards.
"Eight!" said he, laying down his card.
"Nine!" said Heloise.
"Baccarat!" said Henri, throwing two court-cards into the basket.
The rake rattled on the losing table, but after the small stakes of the
winners had been paid, the greater part of the six thousand francs
passed into the hands of the banker.
Five times in succession, at the first deal, the same thing happened; and
at the sixth round Heloise won six hundred francs, and Henri found
himself with no more counters.
"This is the proper moment to retire!" said the duenna, rising from the
table. "Are you coming, Fanny?"
"I beg you, let us go now," murmured Mademoiselle Dorville in the ear
of her lover.
Her voice was caressing and full of tender promise. The young man
hesitated an instant. But to desert the game at his first loss seemed to
him an act unworthy of his reputation, and, as between love and pride,
the latter finally prevailed.
"I have only an hour or two more to wait. Can not you go home by
yourself?" he replied to Fanny's appeal, while Heloise exchanged her
counters for tinkling coin, forgetting, no doubt, to reimburse her
creditor, who, in fact, gave no thought to the matter.
Henri accompanied the two women to a coach at the door, which had

been engaged by the thoughtful and obliging Desvanneaux; and,
pressing tenderly the hand of his mistress, he murmured:
"Till to-morrow!"
"To-morrow!" she echoed, her heart oppressed with sad forebodings.
Desvanneaux, whose wife was very jealous of him, made all haste to
regain his conjugal abode.

CHAPTER IV
THE RESULT
Meanwhile, Paul Landry had begun badly, and had had some ill turns
of luck; nevertheless, feeling that his fortune was about to change, he
raised the stakes.
"Does any one take him up?" asked Constantin Lenaeiff.
"I do," said De Prerolles, who had returned to the table.
And, seizing a pencil that lay on the card-table, he signed four cheques
of twenty-five thousand francs each. Unfortunately for him, the next
hand was disastrous. The stakes were increased, and the bank was
broken several times, when Paul Landry, profiting by a heavy gain,
doubled and redoubled the preceding stakes, and beheld mounting
before him a pile of cheques and counters.
But, as often happens in such circumstances, his opponent, Henri de
Prerolles, persisted in his vain battle against ill-luck, until at three
o'clock in the morning, controlling his shaken nerves and throwing
down his cards, without any apparent anger, he said:
"Will you tell me, gentlemen, how much I owe you?"
After all accounts had been reckoned, he saw that he had lost two

hundred and ninety thousand francs, of which two hundred and sixty
thousand in cheques belonged to Paul Landry, and the thirty thousand
francs' balance to the bank.
"Monsieur de Prerolles," said Paul Landry, hypocritically, "I am
ashamed to win such a sum from you. If you wish to seek your revenge
at some other game, I am entirely at your service."
The Marquis looked at the clock, calculated that he had still half an
hour to spare, and, not more for the purpose of "playing to the gallery"
than in the hope of reducing the enormous sum of his indebtedness, he
replied:
"Will it be agreeable to you to play six hands of bezique?"
"Certainly,