Fyodor Dostoevsky

instance, I have seen even fond mothers so far indulge their

guileless, elegant daughters--misses of fifteen or sixteen--as to

give them a few gold coins and teach them how to play; and

though the young ladies may have won or have lost, they have

invariably laughed, and departed as though they were well

pleased. In the same way, I saw our General once approach the

table in a stolid, important manner. A lacquey darted to offer

him a chair, but the General did not even notice him. Slowly he

took out his money bags, and slowly extracted 300 francs in

gold, which he staked on the black, and won. Yet he did not take

up his winnings--he left them there on the table. Again the

black turned up, and again he did not gather in what he had won;

and when, in the third round, the RED turned up he lost, at a

stroke, 1200 francs. Yet even then he rose with a smile, and

thus preserved his reputation; yet I knew that his money bags

must be chafing his heart, as well as that, had the stake been

twice or thrice as much again, he would still have restrained

himself from venting his disappointment.

On the other hand, I saw a Frenchman first win, and then lose,

30,000 francs cheerfully, and without a murmur. Yes; even if a gentleman

should lose his whole substance, he must never give way to

annoyance. Money must be so subservient to gentility as never to

be worth a thought. Of course, the SUPREMELY aristocratic thing

is to be entirely oblivious of the mire of rabble, with its

setting; but sometimes a reverse course may be aristocratic to

remark, to scan, and even to gape at, the mob (for preference,

through a lorgnette), even as though one were taking the crowd

and its squalor for a sort of raree show which had been

organised specially for a gentleman's diversion. Though one may

be squeezed by the crowd, one must look as though one were fully

assured of being the observer--of having neither part nor lot

with the observed. At the same time, to stare fixedly about one

is unbecoming; for that, again, is ungentlemanly, seeing that no

spectacle is worth an open stare--are no spectacles in the world

which merit from a gentleman too pronounced an inspection.

However, to me personally the scene DID seem to be worth

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