_Miss D._ (_with secret delight_). I won't advise any more. What are
you going to back?

_Mr. C._ We really ought to be dancing--but I'll try my luck once more
on No. 4. I shall put on _two_ francs this time.

_Miss D._ Shall you? How reckless! I heard someone say just now that
No. 1 hasn't won for a long time.

_Mr. C._ I took your advice once too often. There--4's going to
win--see how he's going round--no, he's passed.

[_A horse with a yellow flag, labelled No. 1, stops close to
the post._

_Croupier._ L'As, impair, et jaune!

_Miss D._ Didn't I tell you so?

_Mr. C._ You only said _I hadn't_ won--not that he _would_. If you had
spoken more plainly--! I don't think much of _this_ game--I've dropped
four francs already. How about that dance?

_Miss D._ (_ironically_). It would be rather a pity to go away without
getting all that money back, wouldn't it?

_Mr. C._ (_seriously_). Perhaps it would. You're sure you're in no
hurry about this dance?

_Miss D._ On the contrary!