Fyodor Dostoevsky

my hand convulsively clutched in hers.

"Zero!" called the croupier.

"There! You see, you see!" cried the old lady, as she turned

and faced me, wreathed in smiles. "I told you so! It was the

Lord God himself who suggested to me to stake those two coins.

Now, how much ought I to receive? Why do they not pay it out to

me? Potapitch! Martha! Where are they? What has become of our

party? Potapitch, Potapitch!"

"Presently, Madame," I whispered. "Potapitch is outside, and

they would decline to admit him to these rooms. See! You are

being paid out your money. Pray take it." The croupiers were

making up a heavy packet of coins, sealed in blue paper, and

containing fifty ten gulden pieces, together with an unsealed

packet containing another twenty. I handed the whole to the old

lady in a money-shovel.

"Faites le jeu, messieurs! Faites le jeu, messieurs! Rien ne va

plus," proclaimed the croupier as once more he invited the

company to stake, and prepared to turn the wheel.

"We shall be too late! He is going to spin again! Stake, stake!"

The Grandmother was in a perfect fever. "Do not hang back! Be

quick!" She seemed almost beside herself, and nudged me as hard

as she could.

"Upon what shall I stake, Madame?"

"Upon zero, upon zero! Again upon zero! Stake as much as ever

you can. How much have we got? Seventy ten-gulden pieces? We

shall not miss them, so stake twenty pieces at a time."

"Think a moment, Madame. Sometimes zero does not turn up for

two hundred rounds in succession. I assure you that you may lose

all your capital."

"You are wrong--utterly wrong. Stake, I tell you! What a

chattering tongue you have! I know perfectly well what I am

doing." The old lady was shaking with excitement.

"But the rules do not allow of more than 120 gulden being

staked upon zero at a time."

"How 'do not allow'? Surely you are wrong? Monsieur, monsieur--"

here she nudged the croupier who was sitting on her left, and

preparing to spin-- "combien zero? Douze? Douze?"

I hastened to translate.

"Oui, Madame," was the croupier's polite reply. "No single

stake must exceed four thousand florins. That is the regulation."

"Then there is nothing else for it. We must risk in gulden."

"Le jeu est fait!" the croupier called. The wheel revolved,

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