Fyodor Dostoevsky

"Madame, Madame," sounded the honeyed accents of De Griers as

he leant over to whisper in the Grandmother's ear. "That

stake will never win. No, no, it is impossible," he added in

Russian with a writhe. "No, no!"

"But why not?" asked the Grandmother, turning round. "Show

me what I ought to do."

Instantly De Griers burst into a babble of French as he

advised, jumped about, declared that such and such chances

ought to be waited for, and started to make calculations of

figures. All this he addressed to me in my capacity as

translator--tapping the table the while with his finger, and

pointing hither and thither. At length he seized a pencil, and

began to reckon sums on paper until he had exhausted the

Grandmother's patience.

"Away with you!" she interrupted. "You talk sheer nonsense,

for, though you keep on saying 'Madame, Madame,' you haven't

the least notion what ought to be done. Away with you, I say!"

"Mais, Madame," cooed De Griers--and straightway started

afresh with his fussy instructions.

"Stake just ONCE, as he advises," the Grandmother said to me,

"and then we shall see what we shall see. Of course, his

stake MIGHT win."

As a matter of fact, De Grier's one object was to distract the

old lady from staking large sums; wherefore, he now suggested

to her that she should stake upon certain numbers, singly and

in groups. Consequently, in accordance with his instructions, I

staked a ten-gulden piece upon several odd numbers in the

first twenty, and five ten-gulden pieces upon certain groups

of numbers-groups of from twelve to eighteen, and from

eighteen to twenty-four. The total staked amounted to 160

gulden.

The wheel revolved. "Zero!" cried the croupier.

We had lost it all!

"The fool!" cried the old lady as she turned upon De Griers.

"You infernal Frenchman, to think that you should advise!

Away with you! Though you fuss and fuss, you don't even know

what you're talking about."

Deeply offended, De Griers shrugged his shoulders, favoured

the Grandmother with a look of contempt, and departed. For

some time past he had been feeling ashamed of being seen in

such company, and this had proved the last straw.

An hour later we had lost everything in hand.

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