“Willingly, my lord,” said Talvis; “the whole of the bank upon this card.”
“Very well,” answered the prelate, to shew that he was not afraid.
He dealt, Talvis won, and my lucky Frenchman, with the greatest coolness, filled his pockets with the prince’s gold. The bishop, astonished, and seeing but rather late how foolish he had been, said to the chevalier,
“Sir, if you had lost, how would you have managed to pay me?”
“My lord, that is my business.”
“You are more lucky than wise.”
“Most likely, my lord; but that is my business.”
Seeing that the chevalier was on the point of leaving, I followed him, and at the bottom of the stairs, after congratulating him, I asked him to lend me a hundred sovereigns. He gave them to me at once, assuring me that he was delighted to have it in his power to oblige me.
“I will give you my bill.”
“Nothing of the sort.”