"Well, well, you scamp! Let us bet, if you like."
"What?"
"Twenty bottles of champagne, which we shall drink too."
"I accept the wager."
"Whoever withdraws from the jest loses the bet."
Both took their purses and placed each a hundred florins on the table.
I too produced my purse and took a crumpled paper out of it:—but it was no banknote.
Lorand cried to the waiter.
"Take my pistols out of my trunk."