The things we do!

That was the last night on which Lord Kew ever played a gambling game. He
won constantly. The double zero seemed to obey him; so that the croupiers
wondered at his fortune. Florac backed it; saying with the superstition
of a gambler, "I am sure something goes to arrive to this boy." From time
to time M. de Florac went back to the dancing-room, leaving his mise
under Kew's charge. He always found his heaps increased; indeed the
worthy Vicomte wanted a turn of luck in his favour. On one occasion he
returned with a grave face, saying to Lord Rooster, "She has the other
one in hand. We are going to see." "Trente-six encor! et rouge gagne,"
cried the croupier with his nasal tone, Monsieur de Florac's pockets
overflowed with double Napoleons, and he stopped his play, luckily, for
Kew putting down his winnings, once, twice, thrice, lost them all.
When Lord Kew had left the dancing-room, Madame d'Ivry saw Stenio
following him with fierce looks, and called back that bearded bard.


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