Fyodor Dostoevsky

because--"

"Why? Why?" I interjected.

"Because you have taken upon yourself to act as guide to this,

to this--how shall I express it?--to this old lady, a cette

pauvre terrible vieille. But she will only gamble away all

that she has--gamble it away like thistledown. You yourself have

seen her play. Once she has acquired the taste for gambling,

she will never leave the roulette-table, but, of sheer

perversity and temper, will stake her all, and lose it. In

cases such as hers a gambler can never be torn away from the

game; and then--and then--"

"And then," asseverated the General, "you will have ruined

my whole family. I and my family are her heirs, for she has

no nearer relatives than ourselves. I tell you frankly that

my affairs are in great--very great disorder; how much they are

so you yourself are partially aware. If she should lose a

large sum, or, maybe, her whole fortune, what will become of

us--of my children" (here the General exchanged a glance

with De Griers)" or of me? "(here he looked at Mlle.

Blanche, who turned her head contemptuously away). "Alexis

Ivanovitch, I beg of you to save us."

"Tell me, General, how am I to do so? On what footing do I

stand here?"

"Refuse to take her about. Simply leave her alone."

"But she would soon find some one else to take my place?"

"Ce n'est pas ca, ce n'est pas ca," again interrupted De

Griers. "Que diable! Do not leave her alone so much as

advise her, persuade her, draw her away. In any case do not

let her gamble; find her some counter-attraction."

"And how am I to do that? If only you would undertake the

task, Monsieur de Griers! " I said this last as innocently as

possible, but at once saw a rapid glance of excited

interrogation pass from Mlle. Blanche to De Griers, while in

the face of the latter also there gleamed something which he

could not repress.

"Well, at the present moment she would refuse to accept my

services," said he with a gesture. "But if, later--"

Here he gave Mlle. Blanche another glance which was full of

meaning; whereupon she advanced towards me with a bewitching

smile, and seized and pressed my hands. Devil take it, but how

that devilish visage of hers could change! At the present

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