Maurice strolled over to the table and aimlessly glanced through the Vienna illustrated weeklies. He saw Franz Josef in characteristic poses, full-page engravings of the military maneuvers and reproductions of the notable paintings. He picked up an issue dated June. A portrait of the new Austrian ambassador to France attracted his attention. He turned the leaf. What he saw on the following page caused him to widen his eyes and let slip an ejaculation loud enough to be heard by the chess players. Madame seemed on the point of rising. Maurice did not lower his eyes nor Madame hers.
“Checkmate in three moves, Madame!” exclaimed the Colonel; “it is wonderful.”
“What's the matter, Maurice?” asked Fitzgerald.
“Jack, I am a ruined man.”
“How? What?” nearly upsetting the board.
“I just this moment remember that I left my gas burning at the hotel, and it is extra.”
The Colonel and Fitzgerald lay back in their chairs and roared with laughter.
But Madame did not even smile.