“I promise to give it to you, but I never leave one pleasure for another,” I answered; “we shall see one another again.”
“That is enough. Will you do me the honour to introduce me to these ladies?”
“Very willingly, but not in the street.”
We went inside of the hotel and he followed us. Thinking that the man, who after all was as brave as a French chevalier, might amuse us, I presented him to my friends. He had been staying at the same hotel for a couple of days, and he was in mourning. He asked us if we intended to go to the prince-bishop’s ball; it was the first news we had of it. Vais answered affirmatively.
“One can attend it,” said Talvis, “without being presented, and that is why we intend to go, for I am not known to anybody here.”
He left us, and the landlord, having come in to receive our orders, gave us some particulars respecting the ball. Our lovely frauleins expressing a wish to attend it, we made up our minds to gratify them.
We were not known to anyone, and were rambling through the apartments, when we arrived before a large table at which the prince-bishop was holding a faro bank. The pile of gold that the noble prelate had before him could not have been less than thirteen or fourteen thousand florins. The Chevalier de Talvis was standing between two ladies to whom he was whispering sweet words, while the prelate was shuffling the cards.
The prince, looking at the chevalier, took it into his head to ask him, in a most engaging manner to risk a card.
“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.