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captiousness. "You are aware, are you not, that the General is

mortgaged to the Marquis, with all his property? Consequently,

if the General's mother does not die, the Frenchman will become

the absolute possessor of everything which he now holds only in

pledge."

"Then it is really the case that everything is mortgaged? I

have heard rumours to that effect, but was unaware how far they

might be true."

"Yes, they ARE true. What then?"

"Why, it will be a case of 'Farewell, Mlle. Blanche,'" I

remarked; "for in such an event she would never become Madame

General. Do you know, I believe the old man is so much in love

with her that he will shoot himself if she should throw him

over. At his age it is a dangerous thing to fall in love."

"Yes, something, I believe, WILL happen to him," assented

Polina thoughtfully.

"And what a fine thing it all is!" I continued. "Could anything

be more abominable than the way in which she has agreed to marry

for money alone? Not one of the decencies has

been observed; the whole affair has taken place without the

least ceremony. And as for the grandmother, what could be more

comical, yet more dastardly, than the sending of telegram after

telegram to know if she is dead? What do you think of it, Polina

Alexandrovna?"

"Yes, it is very horrible," she interrupted with a shudder.

"Consequently, I am the more surprised that YOU should be so

cheerful. What are YOU so pleased about? About the fact that you

have gone and lost my money?"

"What? The money that you gave me to lose? I told you I should

never win for other people--least of all for you. I obeyed you

simply because you ordered me to; but you must not blame me for

the result. I warned you that no good would ever come of it. You

seem much depressed at having lost your money. Why do you need

it so greatly?"

"Why do YOU ask me these questions?"

"Because you promised to explain matters to me. Listen. I am

certain that, as soon as ever I 'begin to play for myself' (and I

still have 120 gulden left), I shall win. You can then take of

me what you require."

She made a contemptuous grimace.

"You must not be angry with me," I continued, "for making such

a proposal. I am so conscious of being only a nonentity in your

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