"Not I, by a long shot!" said a young man, turning toward Cherami; "they're having extraordinary luck! They have passed six times over there! But I know Minoret; he's a lucky dog! When he sets about it, he's quite capable of passing twenty times in succession."
"Still twenty francs lacking," the same voice repeated; "who makes it good?"
"I," cried Cherami, in a loud voice. "I make it good; I trust to Monsieur Minoret's luck."
This remark attracted general attention to Cherami. The young men scrutinized him, then smiled, and said to one another:
"Who the deuce is this fellow?"
"What an extraordinary figure!"
"And his dress is even more extraordinary. Who ever heard of going to a wedding in plaid trousers and waistcoat!"
"And they're far from new."
"He wasn't at the supper, I'm sure."
"No. I would like right well to know who he is. He seems to know Minoret."