Fyodor Dostoevsky

own money that I had lost. He appeared to be suspicious as to

something being on foot between Polina and myself, but I merely

fired up, and replied that the money had been all my own.

At this the General seemed extremely surprised, and asked me

whence I had procured it; whereupon I replied that, though I

had begun only with 100 gulden, six or seven rounds had

increased my capital to 5000 or 6000 gulden, and that

subsequently I had lost the whole in two rounds.

All this, of course, was plausible enough. During my recital I

glanced at Polina, but nothing was to be discerned on her face.

However, she had allowed me to fire up without correcting me,

and from that I concluded that it was my cue to fire up, and to

conceal the fact that I had been playing on her behalf. "At all

events," I thought to myself, "she, in her turn, has promised

to give me an explanation to-night, and to reveal to me

something or another."

Although the General appeared to be taking stock of me, he said

nothing. Yet I could see uneasiness and annoyance in his face.

Perhaps his straitened circumstances made it hard for him to

have to hear of piles of gold passing through the hands of an

irresponsible fool like myself within the space of a quarter of

an hour. Now, I have an idea that, last night, he and the

Frenchman had a sharp encounter with one another. At all events

they closeted themselves together, and then had a long and vehement

discussion; after which the Frenchman departed in what appeared to be

a passion, but returned, early this morning, to renew the combat.

On hearing of my losses, however, he only remarked with a sharp,

and even a malicious, air that "a man ought to go more carefully."

Next, for some reason or another, he added that, "though a great many

Russians go in for gambling, they are no good at the game."

"I think that roulette was devised specially for Russians," I

retorted; and when the Frenchman smiled contemptuously at my

reply I further remarked that I was sure I was right; also that,

speaking of Russians in the capacity of gamblers, I had far more

blame for them than praise--of that he could be quite sure.

"Upon what do you base your opinion?" he inquired.

"Upon the fact that to the virtues and merits of the civilised

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