"Bet with the marchioness," said Simiane; "I admit no one into my games."
"Nor I," said the regent.
"Marchioness," cried Ravanne, "fifty louis to a kiss."
"Ask Philippe if he permits it."
"Yes," said the regent, "it is a golden bargain; you are sure to win. Well, are you ready, Simiane?"
"I am; will you follow me?"
"Everywhere. What are you going to do?"
"Look."
"Where the devil are you going?"
"I am going into the Palais Royal."