Great Porter Square: A Mystery. v. 2Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
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Great Porter Square: A Mystery. v. 2
Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
Detective and mystery stories; Fiction
I was the first he introduced, and in a short time a dozen or so of our
set made her cottage a common place of resort. Men must have something
to amuse themselves with, and she supplied it in the shape of cards.
Night after night we assembled in her cottage, and drank, and smoked,
and gambled. She was a charming hostess, and some paid her court in a
light way. No harm came of it; she knew, or believed she knew, how far
she could go with such a man as Sydney, and none of his friends received
encouragement of a nature which was likely to disturb him. Others beside
myself did not give their hostess credit for more virtue than she
possessed, but it was no business of theirs, and they did not interfere
between Sydney and his lady. So he was allowed to live for a time in his
fool's paradise. He was an inveterate gambler, and he could not resist
cards, or dice, or any game of chance. Playing almost always with the
odds against him, you will understand how it was that he lost, nine
times out of ten.
Among the frequenters of the cottage was a young man, a mere lad,
who really was infatuated with his hostess, and was not sufficiently
experienced to cut the strings of the net she threw around him. I will
call the young man Adolph; he lives, and I hope has grown wiser. The
tragedy of which he was a witness should have produced upon him an
impression sufficiently strong to banish folly from his life, even
though he lived to a hundred years. Sydney rather encouraged the passion
of this lad for Grace. I knew that she told Sydney that he was like a
brother who had died young, and that her statement was sufficient to
make him believe that her liking for the lad sprang from this cause.
Therefore Adolph was privileged, and treated with the familiarity of a
brother, and became the envied of those who, if they dared, would have
entered the lists with Sydney for the favour of their charming hostess.
In our gambling tournaments we did not stop at cards and dice; roulette
was introduced, and very soon became the favourite game. One night,
Adolph asked to be allowed to introduce a friend, a cousin, who happened
to be in the neighbourhood, and found time hang heavily on his hands.
"A dozen if you like," said Sydney, heartily, tapping the lad's
cheek--"if you can gain permission from our Queen."
It was a habit with Sydney, when he referred to Grace in our company, to
speak of her as "Our Queen," and we often addressed her as "Your
Majesty."
"I am not sure," said Grace, "whether we shall allow strangers to be
introduced."
She looked at Adolph; he coloured and stammered.
"This gentleman is not a stranger; he is my cousin."
"Do you vouch for him?" asked Grace, playfully.
"Of course I do," replied the lad.
"Can he afford to pay. If he loses, will you pay his losses, if he
cannot?" asked the most experienced gambler in our set--a man who
generally won.
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