"Ah, well! you see it's my luck."
The count said nothing more, and leaning on his elbow began once more to watch the banker's hand just as attentively as before.
"Shameful!" he suddenly cried in a loud voice, dwelling on the word.
Lukhnof glared at him.
"Shameful, shameful!" he repeated still louder, staring straight into Lukhnof's eyes.
The game continued.
"That is not right!" said Turbin again, as Lukhnof trumped one of Ilyin's high cards.
"What displeases you, count?" politely asked the banker with an air of indifference.
"Because you give Ilyin a simplum, and turn down your corners. That's what is shameful!"
Lukhnof made a slight motion with his shoulders and brows, signifying that he was resigned to any fate, and then he went on with the game.