enraptured
with le
boston,
and yet
grow tired
of all;
but they
always
come back
to ecarte
– that is
the game
par
excellence.
M.
Danglars
sold
yesterday
at four
hundred
and five,
and
pockets
three
hundred
thousand
francs.
Had he but
waited
till
to-day,
the stocks
would have
fallen to
two
hundred
and five,
and
instead of
gaining
three
hundred
thousand
francs, he
would have
lost
twenty or
twenty-five
thousand.”
“And what
