Fyodor Dostoevsky

" I really cannot say," was my reply.

"What? You cannot say?" he cried in great astonishment.

"No; I have never noticed whether she does so or not," I

repeated with a smile.

"Hm! Then I have an idea in my mind," he concluded. Lastly,

with a nod, he walked away with a pleased expression on his

face. The conversation had been carried on in execrable French.

IV

Today has been a day of folly, stupidity, and ineptness. The

time is now eleven o'clock in the evening, and I am sitting in

my room and thinking. It all began, this morning, with my being

forced to go and play roulette for Polina Alexandrovna. When she

handed me over her store of six hundred gulden I exacted two

conditions --namely, that I should not go halves with her in her

winnings, if any (that is to say, I should not take anything for

myself), and that she should explain to me, that same evening,

why it was so necessary for her to win, and how much was the sum

which she needed. For, I could not suppose that she was doing all

this merely for the sake of money. Yet clearly she did need some

money, and that as soon as possible, and for a special purpose.

Well, she promised to explain matters, and I departed. There was

a tremendous crowd in the gaming-rooms. What an arrogant, greedy

crowd it was! I pressed forward towards the middle of the room

until I had secured a seat at a croupier's elbow. Then I began

to play in timid fashion, venturing only twenty or thirty gulden

at a time. Meanwhile, I observed and took notes. It seemed to me

that calculation was superfluous, and by no means possessed of

the importance which certain other players attached to it, even

though they sat with ruled papers in their hands, whereon they

set down the coups, calculated the chances, reckoned, staked,

and--lost exactly as we more simple mortals did who played

without any reckoning at all.

However, I deduced from the scene one conclusion which seemed to me

reliable --namely, that in the flow of fortuitous chances there is,

if not a system, at all events a sort of order. This, of course,

is a very strange thing. For instance, after a dozen middle figures

there would always occur a dozen or so outer ones. Suppose the ball

stopped twice at a dozen outer figures; it would then pass to a dozen of

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