"Yes, yes, I remember it.—Messieurs, the bets are not all made."
"For my part, I shall not forget it!" continued Montrevert; "for it was the same night that I was attacked and robbed by Giovanni."
"Come, messieurs, make your bets!" cried Léodgard, frowning darkly, while all his features contracted as if in a nervous spasm.
"Léodgard must remember it, too," added La Valteline, "for it was that same night that he insisted on pursuing that famous robber, to kill him; and, although he did not kill him, he had the honor of wounding him at all events, for he came back covered with blood."
"Well, comte, what are you doing? You are taking up the money, although you lost!" said Jarnonville to Léodgard, whose face had suddenly become ghastly pale.
"Oh, yes! to be sure; I beg pardon. I did lose, did I not?—Well! let someone else take the bank."
"All the same, I would be very glad to have had the honor of fighting with that Giovanni!"
"Is he still performing his doughty deeds, the villain?"
"I should say so! He is more audacious than ever, so it seems. Not four days ago, the Vicomte de Monferrant, on his way home from a party where there had been some high play, was attacked on Rue Saint-Paul and robbed by that bedevilled Italian!"
"Did Monferrant defend himself?"