"My purse is empty, Julio; but yours? Our master gave you ever so many shillings yesterday. You told me so yourself."
"Bah! the dice made way with the whole of it."
"Hardened gambler!" said Bernardo, with a sigh. "You would risk your soul at the gaming-table if any one held out to you a gold coin."
"Very likely!" replied Julio, in an indifferent tone; "my soul is hardly worth more."
"What impious words! We are alone now, but there is One above who hears what we say. He will punish you, Julio."
The red-haired man shrugged his shoulders.
"Continue your dissolute habits," resumed Bernardo; "lose your money in gambling, drown your senses in intoxication: at the end of this path there is a gallows, and behind it the devil, to whom all such souls are welcome. Adieu! reflect upon my words, and remember that the justice of God will one day demand an account of your life. Adieu!"
Julio sprang towards the small door, locked it, and put the key in his pocket.
"Cease this trifling," said the other, evidently ill at ease.
"Open the door, Julio, or I will complain of you to our master."