Miss D. Shall you? How reckless! I heard someone say just now that No. 1 hasn’t won for a long time.
Mr. C. I took your advice once too often. There—4’s going to win—see how he’s going round—no, he’s passed.
[A horse with a yellow flag, labelled No. 1, stops close to the post.
Croupier. L’As, impair, et jaune!
Miss D. Didn’t I tell you so?
Mr. C. You only said I hadn’t won—not that he would. If you had spoken more plainly—! I don’t think much of this game—I’ve dropped four francs already. How about that dance?
Miss D. (ironically). It would be rather a pity to go away without getting all that money back, wouldn’t it?
Mr. C. (seriously). Perhaps it would. You’re sure you’re in no hurry about this dance?
Miss D. On the contrary!
Mr. C. Well, look here, I’m going to put on a five-franc piece this time—so be careful what you advise.