The girl blushed, bent on him an expressive glance from beneath her long velvety eyelashes, but made no reply.
"You have lost, excellency," Tío Lucas said with a joyous accent, which he could not completely conceal.
"Very good," the stranger replied, without even looking at him, so fascinated was he by the charming apparition on the balcony.
"You play no more?"
"On the contrary, I double."
"What!" exclaimed the banker, falling back a step in spite of himself at this proposition.
"No, I am wrong; I have something else to propose."
"What is it, excellency?"
"How; much have you there?" he said, pointing to the table with a disdainful gesture.
"Why, at least seven thousand ounces."