Miss D. (to herself). Anything to gain time! (Aloud.) Oh, it’s quite simple—you just put your money down on any number you choose, and say “Sur le”—whatever it is, and, if it wins, you get seven times your stake.
Croupier. Tous sont payés—faites vos jeux, Messieurs,—les jeux sont partis!
Miss D. I know what I should do—I should back 7 this time. I’ve a presentiment he’ll win.
Mr. C. Then why don’t you back him?
Miss D. Because I don’t happen to have brought any money with me.
Mr. C. Oh, I daresay I can accommodate you with a franc or two, if that’s all.
Miss D. Thank you, I won’t trouble you: but do back him yourself, just to see if I’m not right.
Croupier. Les jeux sont faits. Rien ne va plus!
Mr. C. (throwing a franc on the table). Sur le sept! (To Miss D.) I say, he’s raked it in. What’s that for?
Miss D. For the Bank, or Charity, or something—they always do that if you stake too late.