The old woman looked at him in silence, as if she had not heard
what he had said. Hermann thought that she was deaf, and, bending
down towards her ear, he repeated what he had said. The aged
Countess remained silent as before.

"You can insure the happiness of my life," continued Hermann, "and
it will cost you nothing. I know that you can name three cards in
order--"

Hermann stopped. The Countess appeared now to understand what he
wanted; she seemed as if seeking for words to reply.

"It was a joke," she replied at last. "I assure you it was only a
joke."

"There is no joking about the matter," replied Hermann, angrily.
"Remember Chaplitsky, whom you helped to win."

The Countess became visibly uneasy. Her features expressed strong
emotion, but they quickly resumed their former immobility.

"Can you not name me these three winning cards?" continued Hermann.

The Countess remained silent; Hermann continued:

"For whom are you preserving your secret? For your grandsons?
They are rich enough without it, they do not know the worth of
money. Your cards would be of no use to a spendthrift. He who
cannot preserve his paternal inheritance will die in want, even