A sort of a climax. Revenge must be sweet;
That is, if we judge from Malletti’s standpoint.
What unction with which his keen sword to anoint!
Well, at the card table day following day,
The two were engaged, and strangely to say,
The Count lost every sou[653] in the world he possessed;
And at last by reverses became so hard pressed
That he staked his wife’s jewels;—ha, ha! don’t stir yet![654]
But wait, dearest Michel, my friend, till I get
To the end. Well, the jewels he staked and he lost.