But I only laughed at these absurd superst.i.tions,--as though it were the spot, and not myself, that Fortune loved to caress! As if to resent the foolish credulity, I threw a heavy bet on the table, and lost it! Again and again I did the same, with the like result; and now a murmur ran through the room that luck had turned with me. I had given up my winning seat, and was losing at every turn of the cards.
"Let _me_ have a peep at him," I beard one whisper to his friend behind.
"I "d like to see how he bears it!"
"He loses remarkably well," muttered the other.
"Admirably!" said another. "He seems neither confident nor impatient; I like the way he stands it."
"Egad, his hand trembles, though! He tore that banknote in trying to get it out of his fingers!"
"His hand is hot, too,--see how the Louis stick to it!"
"They "ll not do so very long, depend on "t," said a close-shaved, well-whiskered fellow, with a knowing eye; and the remark met an approving smile from the bystanders.
"I have just added up his last fifteen bets," said a young man to a lady on his arm, "and what do you think he has lost? Forty-eight thousand francs,--close on two thousand pounds!"
"Quite enough for one evening!" said I, with a smile towards him, which made both himself and his friend blush deeply at being overheard; and with this I shut up my pocket-book, and strolled away from the tables into another room, where there were chess and whist players. I took a chair, and affected to watch the game with interest, my heart at the moment throbbing as though it would burst through my chest. Don"t mistake, Bob, and fancy it was the accursed thirst for gold that enthralled me. I swear to you that mere gain, mere wealth, never entered into my thought at that moment. It was the gambler"s l.u.s.t--to be the victor, not to be beaten--that was the terrible pa.s.sion that now struggled and stormed within me! I "d like to have staked a limb--honor--happiness--life itself--on the issue of a chance; for I felt as though it were a duel with destiny, and I could not quit the ground till one of us should succ.u.mb!
How poor and unsatisfying seemed the slow combinations of skill, as I watched the chess-players! What miserable minuteness, what petty plottings for small results!--nothing grand, great, or decisive! It was like being bled to death from some wretched trickling vessel, instead of meeting one"s fate gloriously, amidst the roar of artillery and the crash of squadrons!
I lounged into the _salons_ where they dance; it was a very brilliant and a very beautiful a.s.sembly. There were faces and figures there that might have proved attractive to eyes more critical than my own. My sudden appearance amongst them, too, was rapturously welcomed. I was already a celebrity; and I felt that amidst the soft glances and beaming smiles around me, I had but to choose out her whom I would distinguish by my attentions. My mother and the girls came to me with pressing entreaties to take out the beautiful Countess de B., or to be presented to the charming Marchioness of N. There was a dowager archd.u.c.h.ess who vouchsafed to know me. Miss Somebody, with I forget how many millions in the funds, told Mary Anne she might introduce me. Already the master of the ceremonies came to know if I preferred a mazurka or a waltz. The world was, so to say, at my feet; and, as is usual at such moments, I kicked it for being there. In plain English, Bob, I saw nothing in all that bright and brilliant crowd but scheming mammas and designing daughters; a universal distrust, an utter disbelief in everything and everybody, had got bold of me. Whatever I could n"t explain, I discredited. The ringlets might be false; the carnation might be rouge; the gentle timidity of manner might be the cat-like slyness of the tiger; the artless gayety of heart, the practised coquetry of a flirt,--ay, the very symmetry that seemed perfection, might it not be the staymaker"s! Play had utterly corrupted me, and there was not one healthy feeling, one manly thought, or one generous impulse left within me! I left the room a few minutes after I entered it. I neither danced nor got presented to any one; but after one lounging stroll through the _salons_ I quitted the place, as though there was not one to know, not one to speak to! I have more than once witnessed the performance of this polite process by another. I have watched a fellow making the tour of a company, with a gla.s.s stuck in his eye, and his hand thrust in his pocket. I have tracked him as he pa.s.sed on from group to group, examining the guests with the same coolness he bestowed on the china, and smiling his little sardonic appreciation of whatever struck him as droll or ridiculous; and when he has retired, it has been all I could do not to follow him out, and kick him down the stairs at his departure.
I have no doubt that my conduct on this occasion must have inspired similar sentiments; nor have I any hesitation in avowing that they were well merited.
[Ill.u.s.tration: 388]
When I reached the open air I felt a delicious sense of relief. It was so still, so calm, so tranquil! a bright starlit summer"s night, with here and there a murmuring of low voices, a gentle laugh, beard amongst the trees, and the rustling sounds of silk drapery brushing through the alleys,--all those little suggestive tokens that bring up one"s reminiscences of
"Those odorous boon In jasmine bowers, Or under the linden tree!"
But they only came for a second, Bob, and they left not a trace behind them. The monotonous rubric of the croupier rang ever through my brain,--"Fates votre jeu, Messieurs! "--"Messieurs, fates votre jeu!"
The table, the lights, the glittering gold, the clank of the rake, were all before me, and I set off at full speed to the hotel, to fetch more money, and resume my play.
I "ll not weary you with a detail, at every step of which I know that your condemnation tracks me. I re-entered the play-room, secretly and cautiously; I approached the table stealthily; I hoped to escape all observation,--at least, for a time; and with this object I betted small sums, and attracted no notice. My luck varied,--now inclining on this side, now to that. Fortune seemed as though in a half-capricious mood, and as it were undetermined how to treat me. "This comes of my own miserable timidity," thought I; "when I was bold and courageous, she favored me. It is the same in everything. To win, one must venture."
There was a vacant place in front of me; a young Hungarian had just quitted it, having lost his last "Louis." I immediately took it. The card on which he had been marking the chances of the game still lay there. I took it up, and saw that he had been playing most rashly; that no luck could possibly have carried a man safely through such a system as he had followed.
I must let you into a little secret of this game, Bob, and do not be incredulous of my theory, because my own case is a sorry ill.u.s.tration of it. Where all men fail at Rouge-et-Noir, is from temper. The loser makes tremendous efforts to repair his losses; the winner grows cautious with success, and diminishes his stake. Now the wise course is, play low when you see Fate against you, and back your luck to the very limit of the bank. You ask, perhaps, "How are you to ascertain either of these facts?
What evidence have you that Fortune is with or against you?" As you are not a gambler, I cannot explain this to you. It is part of the masonry of the play-table, and every one who risks heavily on a chance knows well what are the instincts that guide him.
I own to you, that though well aware of these facts, and thoroughly convinced that they form the only rules of play, I soon forgot them in the excitement of the game, and betted on, as caprice, or rather as pa.s.sion, dictated. We Irish are bad stuff for gamblers. We have the bull-dog resistance of the Englishman,--his stern resolve not to be beaten,--but we have none of his caution or reserve. We are as impa.s.sioned as the men of the South, but we are dest.i.tute of that intense selfishness that never suffers an Italian to peril his all. In fact, as an old Belgian said to me one night, we make bad winners and worse losers,--too lavish in one case, too reckless in the other.
I am not seeking excuses for my failure in my nationality. I accept the whole blame on my own shoulders. With common prudence I might have arisen that night a large winner; as it was, I left the table with a loss of nigh three thousand pounds. Just fancy it, Bob,--five thousand pounds poorer than when I strolled out after luncheon. A sum sufficient to have started me splendidly in some career,--the army, for instance,--gone without enjoyment, even without credit; for already the critics were busily employed in a.n.a.lyzing my "play," which they unanimously p.r.o.nounced "badly reasoned and contemptible." There remained to me still--at home in the hotel, fortunately--about eight hundred pounds of my former winnings, and I pa.s.sed the night canva.s.sing with myself what I should do with these. Three or four weeks back I had never given a second thought to the matter,--indeed, it would never have entered my head to risk such a sum at play; but now the habit of winning and losing heavy wages, the alternations of affluence and want, had totally mastered all the calmer properties of reason, and I could entertain the notion without an effort. I "ll not tire you with my reasonings on this subject. Probably you would scarcely dignify them with the name. They all resolved themselves into this: "If I did not play, I "d never win back what I lost; if I did, I _might_." My mind once made up to this, I began to plot how I should proceed to execute it I resolved to enter the room next day just as the table opened, at twelve o"clock. The players who frequented the room at that hour were a few straggling, poor-looking people, who usually combined together to make up the solitary crown-piece they wished to venture. Of course I had no acquaintances amongst them, and therefore should be free from all the embarra.s.sing restraints of observation by my intimates. My judgment would be calmer, my head cooler, and, in fact, I could devote myself to the game with all my energies uncramped and unimpeded.
Sharp to the moment of the clock striking twelve, I entered the room.
One of the croupiers was talking to a peasant-girl at the window. The other, seated on a table, was reading the newspaper. They both looked astonished at seeing me, but bowed respectfully, not, however, making any motion to a.s.sume their accustomed places, since it never occurred to them that I could have come to play at such an hour of the morning. A little group, of the very "seediest" exterior, was waiting respectfully for when it might be the croupiers" pleasure to begin, but the functionaries never deigned to notice them.
"At what hour are the tables opened?" asked I, as if for information.
"At noon, Monsieur le Comte," said one of the croupiers, folding up his paper, and producing the keys of the strongbox; "but, except these worthy people,"--this he said with a most contemptuous air of compa.s.sion,--"we have no players till four, or even five, of the afternoon."
"Come, then," said I, taking a seat, "I "ll set the virtuous fashion of early hours. There go twenty Naps, for a beginning."
The dealer shuffled the cards. I cut them, and we began. _We_ I say; because I was the only player, the little knot of humble folk gathering around me in mute astonishment, and wondering what millionnaire they had before them. If I had not been too deeply engaged in the interest of the game, I should have experienced the very highest degree of entertainment from the remarks and comments of the bystanders, who all sympathized with me, and made common cause against the bank.
Some of them were peasants, some were small shopkeepers from distant towns,--the police regulations exclude all natives of Baden, it being the Grand-Ducal policy only to pillage the foreigner,--and one, a half-starved, decrepit old fellow, had been a professor of something somewhere, and turned out of his university to starve for having broached some liberal doctrines in a lecture. He it was who watched me with most eager intensity, following every alternation of my game with a card and a pin. At the end of about an hour I was winner of something more than two hundred pounds, and I sat betting on, my habitual stake of five, or sometimes ten "Naps." each time.
"Get up and go away now," whispered the old man in my ear. "You have done enough for once,--gained more in this brief hour than ever I did in any two years of hard labor."
"At what trade did you work?" asked I, without raising my head from my game.
"My faculty was the "Pandects,"" replied he, gravely; "but I lectured in private on history, philology, and chemistry."
Shocked at the rudeness of my question to one in his station, I muttered some half-intelligible excuse; but he did not seem to suspect any occasion for apology,--never recognizing that he who labored with head could arrogate over him who toiled with his hands.
"There, I told you so," broke he in, suddenly. "You will lose all back again. You play rashly. The runs of the game have been "triplets" and _you_ bet on to the fourth time of pa.s.sing."
"So, then, you understand it!" said I, smiling, and still making my stake as before.
"Let the deal pa.s.s; don"t bet now," whispered he, eagerly.
"Herr Ephraim, I have warned you already," cried the croupier, "that if you persist in disturbing the gentlemen who play here, you will be removed by the police."
The word "police"--so dreadful to all German ears--made the old man tremble from bead to foot; and he bowed twice or thrice in hurried submission, and protested that he would be more cautious in future.
"You certainly do not exhibit such signs of good fortune on your own person," said the croupier, "that should ent.i.tle you to advise and counsel others."
"Quite true, Herr Croupier," a.s.sented he, with an attempt to smile.
"Besides that, if you reckon upon the Count"s good nature to give you a trifle when the game is over, you "ll certainly merit it better by silence and respect now."
The old man"s face became deep scarlet, and then as suddenly pale. He made an effort to say something; but though his hands gesticulated, and his lips moved, no sounds were audible, and with a faint sigh he tottered back and leaned against the wall. I sprang up and placed him in a chair, and, seeing that he was overcome by weakness, I called for wine, and hastily poured a gla.s.sful down his throat. I could not induce him to take a second, and he seemed, while expressing his grat.i.tude, to be impatient to get away and leave the place.
"Shall I see you home, Herr Ephraim?" said I; "will you allow me to accompany you?"
"On no account, Herr Graf," said he, giving me the t.i.tle he had heard the croupier address me by. "I can go alone; I am quite able, and--I prefer it."
"But you are too weak, far too weak to venture by yourself,--is he not so?" said I, turning to the croupier to corroborate my words. A strangely significant raising of the eyebrow, a sort of--I know not what--meaning, was all the reply he made me; and half ashamed of the possibility of being made the dupe of some practised impostor, I drew nigh the table for an explanation.
"What is it? what do you mean?" asked I, eagerly.
A shrug of the shoulders and a look of pity was his answer.
"Is he a hypocrite?--is he a cheat?" asked I.
"Perhaps not exactly _that_," said he, shuffling the cards.
"A drunkard,--does he drink, then?" asked I.