"In an extremely respectable house. If you agree I will keep the bank myself, and I am sure of winning. I want you to lend me capital, and I only ask a fourth of the profits." "I suppose you can hold the cards well." "You are right." This was as much as to tell me that he was an adroit sharper, or, in other words, a skilful corrector of fortune's mistakes. He concluded by saying that I should find something worth looking at in the house he had mentioned. "My dear sir," I replied, "I will give you my decision after seeing the club to which you want to introduce me." "Will you be at the theatre coffee-house at three o'clock to-morrow?" "Yes, but I hope to see you at the ball in the evening." Zenobia's betrothed brought me my domino, and the countess had hers already. As the ball did not begin till the opera was over, I went to hear Therese's singing. In the interval between the acts I lost another two hundred sequins, and then went home to dress for the ball. The countess said that if I would be kind enough to take her to the ball in my carriage and fetch her home in it, she would not send for the Marquis Triulzi's. I replied that I was at her service. Under the impression that the fair Spaniard had only given me the preference to enable me to take liberties with her, I told her I should be very glad to give her the dress, and that the only condition was that I should spent a night with her. "You insult me cruelly," said she, "you must know my character better than that." "I know everything, my dear countess; but, after all, the insult's nothing; you can easily forgive me if you pluck up a little spirit; trample on a foolish prejudice; get the dress, and make me happy for a whole night long." "That it all very well when one is in love, but you must confess that your coarse way of speaking is more likely to make me hate you than love you." "I use that style, because I want to come to the point; I have no time to waste. And you, countess, must confess in your turn, that you would be delighted to have me sighing at your feet." "It would be all the same to me, I don't think I could love you." "Then we are agreed on one point at all events, for I love you no more than you love me." "And yet you would spend a thousand sequins for the pleasure of passing a night with me." "Not at all, I don't want to sleep with you for the sake of the pleasure, but to mortify your infernal pride, which becomes you so ill."