The deal went on—and after some time aces again came out. This time I lost.
Without a word passing from his lips, the croupier drew in the cheques and gold-piece, depositing them in his japanned cash-box, I took out my purse, and tried ten dollars upon the queen, I won. I doubled the bet, and lost again.
Another ten dollars won—another lost—another and another, and so on, now winning, now losing, now betting with cheques, now with gold-pieces—until at length I felt to the bottom of my purse without encountering a coin!
Chapter Fifty Seven.
The Watch and Ring.
I rose from my seat, and turned towards D’Hauteville with a glance of despair. I needed not to tell him the result. My look would have announced it, but he had been gazing over my shoulder and knew all.
“Shall we go, Monsieur?” I asked.
“Not yet—stay a moment,” replied he, placing his hand upon my arm.