I went for a walk with Campioni, who gave me a good deal of information, beginning with himself.
“I have lived for ten years,” he said, “with that woman. Betty, whom you admired so much, is not my daughter, the others are my children by my Englishwoman. I have left St. Petersburg for two years, and I live here well enough, and have pupils who do me credit. I play with the prince, sometimes winning and sometimes losing, but I never win enough to enable me to satisfy a wretched creditor I left at St. Petersburg, who persecutes me on account of a bill of exchange. He may put me in prison any day, and I am always expecting him to do so.”
“Is the bill for a large sum?”
“Five hundred roubles.”
“That is only two thousand francs.”
“Yes, but unfortunately I have not got it.”
“You ought to annul the debt by paying small sums on account.”
“The rascal won’t let me.”
“Then what do you propose doing?”
“Win a heavy sum, if I can, and escape into Poland.