Part 10 (2/2)
”My dear boy, I have done wrong to-night; but this is my master passion Cards have ruined me three distinct times; and if you play you will inevitably follow my example and destroy your prospects Take enius for chance, twelve reat player, one half the genius you expend upon it will conquer a kingdoaamble_! If you consider fever and fire the proper coaain--your bond is ashes Coood-humoredly as ever, led the way up the broad staircase, preceded by a servant carrying a flanificent apartment prepared for him--a velvet fauteuil, silk-curtained bed, wax candles in silver candelabra; and seeing that his guest was coht
As for Sir Asinus, he retired without delay, and dreamed that he ruined his Excellency at cards; won successively all his real and personal estate; and lastly, having staked a thousand pistoles against his commission as Governor, won that also Then, in his dreanity, lit his pipe with the parchenerous bow
As he did so, the day dawned
CHAPTER VII
JACQUES BESTOWS HIS PATERNAL ADVICE UPON A SCHOOLGIRL
Just a week after the practical lesson given by his Excellency Governer Fauquier to Sir Asinus, and on a bright fine , the melancholy Jacques issued fro Gloucester street toward the residence of his friend and rival
Jacques was dressed with unusual splendor His coat was heavy with e flower-plat, upon whose eolds, and lilies flaunted in their satin bravery--and his scarlet silk stockings were held up by gold-colored garters His narrow-edged cocked hat drooped with its feather over his handsoht cane, which, froh-heeled shoes, bending the lithe tith irreproachable elegance
Not far from the residence of the rebel he encountered and saluted with irl of about fifteen, as tripping along to school, a satchel full of books upon her arht locks, a sun-bonnet such as school-girls wore at that ti, love and holding out his jewelled hand
The girl laughed artlessly, and gave hi, sir; but you have mistaken my name”
”Mistaken your name?”
”Yes, sir; it is Martha”
”And not Merryheart; but you are not responsible Merryheart is your real name--not Martha, as 'cumbered,' you know”
”But I _ah
”How, my dear madam?” asked the courteous Jacques
”By my satchel”
”Ah! let me carry it for you”
”No, no”
”Why not?”
”I won't trouble you”