About supper time I repaired to the parlour, where the two fortunate
players were already in waiting. My neighbour, the young lawyer, soon
arrived, and we all sat down to table. During the whole of the repast,
this young gentleman, melancholy as he was at heart, used every effort
to appear gay, talked a great deal, drank the healths of all present,
and affected the utmost good humour. After supper his two opponents
proposed cards, and as they were taking their seats, the young lawyer
said: “Gentlemen, I trust you will not object to play with me for thirty
pistoles on my honour, having to-morrow a very considerable sum to
receive.” At these words the Frenchman pulled a long face, and said
nothing; and his companion declared at once, that he played with no one
upon credit: that he had taken an oath to that effect, having always
remarked that it brought him ill-luck. “Very well, gentlemen,” replied
the other, “have but a little patience, and I will run to a merchant
whom I was not so fortunate as to find at home in the morning, who will
in a moment lend me whatever I want. The two gentlemen answered that he
would be sure to find them in the parlour if he returned before
midnight.”
It was now my turn to speak; addressing myself therefore to the two
gentlemen who remained, I suggested, that if agreeable to them I should
not object to make a third hand until the return of their comrade: that
I would instantly give up my place to him should he rejoin the party, as
having determined to leave that place very early the next morning, I
could not have the pleasure of their company long. The gentlemen, who
judged from my physiognomy that I could have but little knowledge of the
game, answered, with joy, that they should esteem it an honour. While
they were preparing the cards, I called to Sayavedra to bring me some
money. He threw our whole stock, which was about thirty pistoles, on the
table with a careless air, telling me he would go up stairs and get more
if I thought I should require it. I replied that it was quite
sufficient, for that I should think of retiring to bed when that was
lost.
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