Fyodor Dostoevsky

"Stake again, stake again--eight thousand at a stroke!"

"I cannot, Madame. The largest stake allowed is four thousand

gulden."

"Well, then; stake four thousand."

This time we won, and the Grandmother recovered herself a

little.

"You see, you see!" she exclaimed as she nudged me. "Stake

another four thousand."

I did so, and lost. Again, and yet again, we lost. "Madame,

your twelve thousand gulden are now gone," at length I

reported.

"I see they are," she replied with, as it were, the calmness

of despair. "I see they are," she muttered again as she

gazed straight in front of her, like a person lost in

thought. "Ah well, I do not mean to rest until I have staked

another four thousand."

"But you have no money with which to do it, Madame. In this

satchel I can see only a few five percent bonds and some

transfers--no actual cash."

"And in the purse?"

"A mere trifle."

"But there is a money-changer's office here, is there not?

They told me I should be able to get any sort of paper

security changed! "

"Quite so; to any amount you please. But you will lose on the

transaction what would frighten even a Jew."

"Rubbish! I am DETERMINED to retrieve my losses. Take me

away, and call those fools of bearers."

I wheeled the chair out of the throng, and, the bearers making

their appearance, we left the Casino.

"Hurry, hurry!" commanded the Grandmother. "Show me the

nearest way to the money-changer's. Is it far?"

"A couple of steps, Madame."

At the turning from the square into the Avenue we came face to

face with the whole of our party--the General, De Griers, Mlle.

Blanche, and her mother. Only Polina and Mr. Astley were

absent.

"Well, well, well! " exclaimed the Grandmother. "But we have

no time to stop. What do you want? I can't talk to you here."

I dropped behind a little, and immediately was pounced upon by

De Griers.

"She has lost this morning's winnings," I whispered, "and

also twelve thousand gulden of her original money. At the

present moment we are going to get some bonds changed."

De Griers stamped his foot with vexation, and hastened to

communicate the tidings to the General. Meanwhile we

continued to wheel the old lady along.

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