The baron came to the table with a blissful air, crying:
"I vould like noding petter, but I haf not ein sou."
"You may play on credit, monsieur; you are one of those men whose honor is evident to all, and of whom no one ventures to speak slightingly."
The baron bowed; he was radiant with joy. It seemed to me that there was a hidden meaning in Madame Dauberny's last words, and that they were accompanied with a glance at Monsieur Sordeville, who did not stir.
The baron seated himself by my side. I offered to lend him money; he accepted, and in a short time we broke the bank. Thereupon the fair Frédérique gravely rose and left the table, saying:
"Faith! the proverb did not lie; it was written that you should both win."
"Are you going, montame?"
"Yes, baron."
"Vill you not bermit me to escord you in my carriage?"
"No, not to-night."