They were usually in the habit of amusing themselves at play after
dinner, and sometimes also after supper. They played high, but very
honourably. I passed an hour in looking over them, after which I
retired. They would have been much pleased if I had taken a fancy to
play with them, thinking me a rich Abbot rather than a skilful gamester,
though they ought to have known that there are a good many keen hands
even among the clergy. I did not choose to satisfy their desire so soon,
whatever longing I had for it. On the contrary, I professed a
repugnance for play, and it was not until we became more familiar
together, that I could be brought to join them, and then I pretended to
yield to their pressing entreaties out of pure complaisance. I played
only a short time, and for very small stakes, without employing
Sayavedra, or exerting my own skill. Thus what I lost was a mere trifle,
and I never pocketed what I won. Sometimes I left it to pay for the
cards, and at others distributed it among the servants. This conduct
acquired me the reputation of generosity, whence it happened that
whatever person chanced to drop in after dinner to look at us playing,
generally crowded round me in the hope of receiving some ducats.
One day, having won about forty pistoles, I took up five and twenty of
them, and left the remainder for those who stood about me. Then turning
towards a captain of a galley, who was among the interlopers, I said to
him in a low voice, slipping the money which I held in my hand into
his: “You have been too long in Spain to be ignorant that a gentleman
who has looked over the game and taken an interest in the fortune of any
particular player, never refuses any little token of gratitude that may
be offered him on that account.” He appeared somewhat confused by this
behaviour; but there are times in this life, as is said, when one
pistole is worth a thousand. My officer’s pocket was just at this time
so completely drained, that the pleasure of seeing this sudden shower of
gold, overcame his shame. In spite of his poverty however, I doubt
whether he was more sensible of the benefit than of the manner in which
it was conferred. I completely gained his heart. This he made several
attempts to assure me of, but I interrupted him by engaging him to talk
of his own pursuits. I even requested him to do me the honour to dine
and sup with me occasionally, for he did not usually dine at our inn;
and in taking leave of him I requested his friendship.
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