De L'Orme.: The Works of G. P. R. James, Esq., Vol. XVI.James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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De L'Orme.: The Works of G. P. R. James, Esq., Vol. XVI.
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
Fiction
Three weeks elapsed before I deemed myself qualified to encounter the
well-experienced Parisians; and by this time I had but one louis
remaining. This I changed into crowns, and with an anxious heart
proceeded as soon as it was dark to a house, where I was informed that
the minor sort of gambling, in which alone I could indulge, was
carried on every night.
A narrow dirty passage conducted to a small staircase, at the bottom
of which I began to hear the voices of the throng above. At the top
were two men wrangling in no very measured terms; and passing on, I
entered a large room, where about twenty tables were set out, and most
of them occupied. A crown was demanded for admission, which I paid;
and then proceeded to examine the various groups that were scattered
through the room. Squalid misery, devouring passion, and debasing
vice, were written in every countenance I beheld.
Of course, the whole assembly were divided between losers and winners.
Of the first, some were talking high and angrily; some were
blaspheming with the insanity of disappointment; some were gazing with
the silent stupefaction of despair, and some were laughing with that
wringing, soulless mockery of mirth, with which vanity sometimes
strives to hide the bitterest pangs of the human heart. Of the
winners, some were amassing their gains with greedy satisfaction; some
were smiling with a sneering triumph at the poor fools they plundered;
and some, with the eager falcon eye of avarice, were gazing keenly at
the rolling dice or turning cards, as if they feared that chance might
yet snatch their prey from out their talons.
The whole scene came upon my heart with a sickening faintness that had
nearly made me turn and fly it all; but at that moment a very polite
personage, seeing a stranger, approached, and invited me in courteous
terms to sit at one of the vacant tables, and try a throw of the dice;
or, if I loved better the more scientific games, we would open a pack
of cards, he said. I agreed to the latter proposal, and we sat down to
piquet. He played a bold and more hazardous game, I the quiet and more
certain one; and though some fortunate runs of the cards made him
eventually the winner, my loss was but two crowns.
"One throw with these for what you have lost," said my adversary,
before we rose, offering me the dice at the same time. We threw, and I
lost two crowns more. We threw again, and I was penniless.
I bore it more calmly than I had expected; but I believe it was more
the calmness of despair, than anything else, which supported me.
However wishing my adversary good night as politely as I could, I
walked away, hearing him say in a whisper to one who stood near, "He
plays very well at piquet, that young gentleman. It was as much as I
could do to beat him."
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