"Two thousand piastres," the general said. "Deal, my child."
She began turning up the cards.
"Lost!" she said in a moment.
"That is true," said the general; "I have lost; now for the second. Caramba! Take care, niña, we are playing this time for 4000 piastres."
"Lost!" she cried.
"Again! That is singular. Come, Don Louis, the last one."
"Perhaps it would be better to stop here; neither you nor I, general, care for this money."
"That is the reason I wish for the third stake; besides, luck may have favoured you hitherto."
"Did I not warn you?"
"Come, come; I wish to be certain."