Philip walked back to De Vangrisse and perched on the arm of his chair.
De Bergeret cast his dice and nodded at Philip.
"The deed is done?"
"Most satisfactorily," answered Philip. "Throw, Paul, you can beat that."
"Not I! Jules has the devil's own luck to-night. If it is not an impertinence, are you to meet M. Bancroft?"
"Of course. Oh, peste!"—as De Vangrisse cast his dice.
"What did I tell you? May I second you?"
"A thousand thanks, Paul. But Saint-Dantin and Jules have consented to act for me."
"Well, I shall come as a spectator," said De Vangrisse. "Jules, another hundred! I'll not be beaten by you!"