"You?"
"Yes. I was a passenger in the same coach which brought you from Dieppe to Paris last fall. Perhaps you do not remember me; but I recollect the conversation between you and your brother. He has gambled away money which did not belong to him—even as I have gambled away my patrimony and the family roof."
"And I—and I have done the same thing! Thinking that perhaps I, having never gambled, might be lucky enough to win back what my brother lost, I have risked and lost the money realized on my jewels for passage home!"
"Use this louis to send home for money," I urged.
"I dare not, I dare not! My father would disown my brother; and I love my brother!"
Sisters, sometimes, are very fond beings.
Suddenly she raised her despairing face to mine.
"You,—you take the louis and play it; you!"
"I?"