"Besides, my dear fellow, a man can't expect luck in everything. You have just come from a tête-à-tête in which a pretty woman has crowned you with myrtle! you can afford to lose your money."
Tobie bit his lips in vexation and made no reply.
"And then, too, he pinched Crevette's leg!" laughed Mouillot.
"And he has a swollen nose," added Célestin. "The fellow is lucky on all sides.—Some punch, messieurs?"
"With pleasure. I bet twenty francs."
"I take it," said Tobie.
"And I. Show down."
The hands were placed on the table. Monsieur Varinet, who had followed Tobie, had misty; but the stout youth, who had three aces, pounced on the money, thinking that he had won. His white-eyebrowed antagonist checked him with the utmost coolness, saying:
"What are you doing? don't you see that I have misty?"
"And don't you see that I have three aces?"