One of the players, who was a good-humored looking fellow, said to him, “Corbleu, chevalier, you come from the ball looking out of sorts.”
“Is your domino uncomfortable?” said another.
“No, it is not my domino,” replied Beausire, gruffly.
“Oh!” said the banker, “he has been unfaithful to us; he has been playing somewhere else and lost.”
“It is not I who am unfaithful to my friends; I am incapable of it. I leave that to others.”
“What do you mean, dear chevalier?”
“I know what I mean,” replied he; “I thought I had friends here.”
“Certainly,” replied several voices.
“Well, I was deceived.”
“How?”