_Miss D._ Unless it's 5, and then you lose. (_No._ 5 _wins again._)
How unfortunate for you. 5 generally _does_ win twice running,
somehow.

_Mr. C._ (_with reproach_). If you had thought of that a little
sooner, I shouldn't have lost twenty francs! (_A player rises, and_
Mr. C. _secures the vacant chair._) More comfortable sitting down. I
must get that back before I go. I've got about twenty francs 'left,
I'll put five on yellow, and ten on 9. (_He does._ Croupier. "_Deux,
pair, et rouge!_") Only five left! I'll back yellow again, as red won
last. (_He does._ Croupier. "_Quatre, pair, et rouge!_" _He turns to_
Miss D. _for sympathy._) I say, did you ever see such beastly bad--?
_A Frenchman_ (_behind him_). Plaît-il? _Mr. C._ (_confused_). Oh,
rien. I wasn't speaking to _you_, M'soo. (_To himself_.) Where
on earth has that girl got to? She might have waited! She's gone
back to the balcony! (_He goes out in pursuit of her._) Oh, I say,
Miss--er--DAINTREE, if you're ready for that "_Pas de Quatre_," I am.
Hope I haven't kept you waiting.

_Miss D._ (_sweetly_). Not' in the very least. Are you sure you've
_quite_ finished playing?

_Mr. C._ As I 'ye lost all I'd won and a lot on the top of that, I
should rather think I _had_ finished playing.

_Miss D._ So has the Orchestra--quite a coincidence, isn't it? You
were so absorbed, you see!--No, I won't keep you out here, thanks; my
sister will take care of me.