The Smart Set: Correspondence & ConversationsFitch, Clyde
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The Smart Set: Correspondence & Conversations
Fitch, Clyde
Conversation -- Fiction; Imaginary letters; New York (N.Y.) -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
(_Very sweetly, moving away._) So much the better. I've lost like the
devil. (_She very slowly makes a detour of the table in the direction
of the Russian banker. At the same time an elderly gentleman approaches
Mlle. Fifi and speaks to her._)
LE MONSIEUR.
Good evening, my dear!
MLLE. FIFI.
Good evening, my pig of a Prince!
LE MONSIEUR.
You have won?
MLLE. FIFI.
Oh, but _no_, my dear! I have lost _enormously_! It is _terrible_ what
I've done! I have lost nearly _all_ I have!
MLLE. NINA.
(_Who has just arrived behind the banker, leaning over his shoulder
and watching him win an enormous coup._) Ah, ha! You see, Monsieur,
I bring you good fortune always!
THE BANKER.
I didn't know you were behind me, mademoiselle. (_He looks up. She
smiles sweetly and innocently. He is pleased._)
MLLE. NINA.
Oh, yes, for a long time!
THE BANKER.
You don't play?
MLLE. NINA.
(_With a manner altogether modest, and a soft, low voice._) Oh, no;
never! I have nothing to risk; besides, it doesn't amuse me very much.
I never play.
THE BANKER.
Put on that hundred francs just to try your fortune.
MLLE. NINA.
(_Leaning over, takes the note from the pile._) If you wish it. (_She
plays and wins; brushes his cheek and shoulder with her arm as she
reaches over to take up her money._)
(_The play continues._)
MLLE. NINA.
(_Still winning._) You know you are very nice. (_She plays again with a
note from the banker's pile._)
III
MRS. HENRY B. GORDING, _of Rochester, New York._
Do you play?
MRS. WM. H. LANE, _of Brooklyn_.
No, not really. I don't quite approve of it, but I just try my luck
once in awhile for amusement.
MRS. HENRY B. GORDING.
Yes, that's exactly the way I feel. So long as you don't go in for it
seriously I don't see any harm.
MRS. WM. H. LANE.
And if you stop as soon as you begin to lose.
MRS. HENRY B. GORDING.
Yes, indeed! Oh my! are you putting one down?
MRS. WM. H. LANE.
Yes, I think that man looks lucky over there with the glasses; besides
I like him because his wife sits right by him all the evening.
MRS. HENRY B. GORDING.
(_Smiling nervously and fumbling in her glove where she has concealed
the money to have it conveniently ready._) Put one down for me, too;
will you? (_She smiles hysterically._) Dear me, I wonder what my
husband would say if he could see me?
MRS. WM. H. LANE.
I don't know a single thing about the game; do you?
MRS. HENRY B. GORDING.
(_With two small red spots coming into her cheeks._) Not the slightest.
It's finished! I wonder who's won!
MRS. WM. LANE.
(_After a long excited sigh._) I don't know. I never can tell till I
see them either taking up our chips, or else paying us!
MRS. HENRY B. GORDING.
(_Breathlessly._) If I lose, I shall go.
MRS. WM. H. LANE.
So shall I! We've won!
MRS. HENRY B. GORDING.
Ah! -- -- -- --.
MRS. WM. H. LANE.
(_Looking at least ten years older than she did two minutes before._)
No, we've lost!
MRS. HENRY B. GORDING.
O! -- -- -- --.
MRS. WM. H. LANE.
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