"Oh! Damn!" The benefactress stamped her foot, and raised her thin, loose, bare shoulders. "Gambling’s it. I always lose here. It’s all shemmy here, and when you win at shemmy you take other people’s money, not the bank’s, and that puts me off like at the start. And you never win if you don’t feel as if you were going to. I was at Monte Carlo last week, and you sh’d’ve seen me at roulette, taking the casino money. I couldn’t do wrong. But I had to come back here, and there you are! Lost it all and a lot more!" She was speaking through her tears. "Cleaned out to-night! Naked! You see, it’s like this. Gambling gives you an emotion. It’s the only thing there is for that--I mean for me.... Did you see that fat beast speak to me to-night in the casino? Well, he said something to me and offered me ten thousand francs, and I slapped his face for him in the entrance-hall. He knew I was stony. I was a fool. Why shouldn’t I have done what he wanted? What’s it matter? But no! I’m like that, and I slapped his face, and I’d do it again, I would!! He’s Scapini, you know, the biggest shareholder in both the big hotels here. I tore it, I did! And, would you believe, I’d no sooner got in here afterwards than the manager told me I must leave to-morrow morning. It was all over the place as quick as that! I’ve only got to go to Paris to get all the money I want. Yes. But I’d sell myself for a year to be able to pay my bill straight off in the morning and cheek ’em. It’ll be near a thousand francs, and I haven’t got ten francs, besides having the whole bally town against me." She laughed and threw her head back. "Here! You go along. Don’t listen to me. It’s not the first time, neither the last. Go along now." "I’m very sorry," said Lilian. She simply could not conceive that the girl, possibly no older than herself, was standing alone and unaided against what was to her the universe. How could these girls do it? What was the quality in them that enabled them to do it? She was in the intimidating, silent, mystery-hiding corridor again. She listened at the door, which she had left ajar, between the bathroom and Felix’s bedroom. No sound! In the solacing, perfect tidiness of her room, she poured some of the brandy into a glass, and then, taking her bag, returned to the benefactress. "Here’s your flask, thank you very much!" she said. "And here’s a thousand francs, if it’s any use to you." She produced the note which Felix had given to her. The money was accepted, greedily.