"What!" cried the Comte, like a cannon.
"He was so broken up, M'sieur, I was so afraid for him, so just to console him, M'sieur—to give him something—I gave him the tickets."
"You gave him—the tickets! The lottery-tickets!"
"Just to console him—yes, M'sieur."
The lank form of the Comte de Bonzag wavered, and then, as though the body had suddenly deserted the clothes, collapsed in a heap on the floor.