Fyodor Dostoevsky

"Give me them," commanded the Grandmother, "and stake the other

4000 upon the red again."

I did so.

"Rouge!" proclaimed the croupier.

"Twelve thousand!" cried the old lady. "Hand me the whole

lot. Put the gold into this purse here, and count the bank

notes. Enough! Let us go home. Wheel my chair away."

XI

THE chair, with the old lady beaming in it, was wheeled away

towards the doors at the further end of the salon, while our

party hastened to crowd around her, and to offer her their

congratulations. In fact, eccentric as was her conduct, it was

also overshadowed by her triumph; with the result that the

General no longer feared to be publicly compromised by being

seen with such a strange woman, but, smiling in a condescending,

cheerfully familiar way, as though he were soothing a child, he

offered his greetings to the old lady. At the same time, both he

and the rest of the spectators were visibly impressed.

Everywhere people kept pointing to the Grandmother, and talking

about her. Many people even walked beside her chair, in order to

view her the better while, at a little distance, Astley was

carrying on a conversation on the subject with two English

acquaintances of his. De Griers was simply overflowing with

smiles and compliments, and a number of fine ladies were staring

at the Grandmother as though she had been something curious.

"Quelle victoire!" exclaimed De Griers.

"Mais, Madame, c'etait du feu!" added Mlle. Blanche with an

elusive smile.

"Yes, I have won twelve thousand florins," replied the old

lady. "And then there is all this gold. With it the total ought

to come to nearly thirteen thousand. How much is that in Russian

money? Six thousand roubles, I think?"

However, I calculated that the sum would exceed seven thousand

roubles--or, at the present rate of exchange, even eight

thousand.

"Eight thousand roubles! What a splendid thing! And to think of

you simpletons sitting there and doing nothing! Potapitch!

Martha! See what I have won!"

"How DID you do it, Madame?" Martha exclaimed ecstatically.

"Eight thousand roubles!"

"And I am going to give you fifty gulden apiece. There they

are."

Potapitch and Martha rushed towards her to kiss her hand.

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