"How much shall we play for?"
"Whatever you choose."
"Come, come, my dear love, don't be such a fool! Sapristi! you play with four packs, ten sous the game of two thousand; we make the five hundred and the fifteen hundred with treble bézique—that's how we always play.—Is that satisfactory to you, Callé?"
"Oh! anything suits me, monsieur."
The game began. Dubotté stood by the table at first, watching the game, and exclaiming from time to time:
"Bravo, Nonore, bravo! you play superbly; you will certainly win.—I think my wife will beat you, Callé!"
"I trust so, monsieur."
When the game was well under way, Dubotté made a sign to Bruneau, who said:
"I promised Durand to meet him at the café this evening; I must go."
"Ah! will Durand be at the café? I have a matter of business to talk over with him."