He
selected
his card and placed upon it his fresh stake.
Pushkin - Queen of Spades
"
"What of it? " replied Herman, nettled. "Do you accept it or not? "
The banker nodded in assent. "I have only to remind you that the cash
will be necessary; of course your word is good, but in order to keep the
confidence of my patrons, I prefer the ready money. "
Herman took a bank-check from his pocket and handed it to his host. The
latter examined it attentively, then laid it on the card chosen.
He began dealing: to the right, a nine; to the left, a tray.
"The tray wins," said Herman, showing the card he held--a tray.
A murmur ran through the crowd. Tchekalinsky frowned for a second only,
then his smile returned. He took a roll of bank-bills from his pocket
and counted out the required sum. Herman received it and at once left
the table.
The next evening saw him at the place again. Every one eyed him
curiously, and Tchekalinsky greeted him cordially.
He selected his card and placed upon it his fresh stake. The banker
began dealing: to the right, a nine; to the left, a seven.
Herman then showed his card--a seven spot. The onlookers exclaimed,
and the host was visibly disturbed. He counted out ninety-four-thousand
rubles and passed them to Herman, who accepted them without showing the
least surprise, and at once withdrew.
The following evening he went again. His appearance was the signal for
the cessation of all occupation, every one being eager to watch the
developments of events. He selected his card--an ace.
The dealing began: to the right, a queen; to the left, an ace.
"The ace wins," remarked Herman, turning up his card without glancing at
it.
"Your queen is killed," remarked Tchekalinsky quietly.
Herman trembled; looking down, he saw, not the ace he had selected,
but the queen of spades. He could scarcely believe his eyes. It seemed
impossible that he could have made such a mistake. As he stared at the
card it seemed to him that the queen winked one eye at him mockingly.
"The old woman!
"What of it? " replied Herman, nettled. "Do you accept it or not? "
The banker nodded in assent. "I have only to remind you that the cash
will be necessary; of course your word is good, but in order to keep the
confidence of my patrons, I prefer the ready money. "
Herman took a bank-check from his pocket and handed it to his host. The
latter examined it attentively, then laid it on the card chosen.
He began dealing: to the right, a nine; to the left, a tray.
"The tray wins," said Herman, showing the card he held--a tray.
A murmur ran through the crowd. Tchekalinsky frowned for a second only,
then his smile returned. He took a roll of bank-bills from his pocket
and counted out the required sum. Herman received it and at once left
the table.
The next evening saw him at the place again. Every one eyed him
curiously, and Tchekalinsky greeted him cordially.
He selected his card and placed upon it his fresh stake. The banker
began dealing: to the right, a nine; to the left, a seven.
Herman then showed his card--a seven spot. The onlookers exclaimed,
and the host was visibly disturbed. He counted out ninety-four-thousand
rubles and passed them to Herman, who accepted them without showing the
least surprise, and at once withdrew.
The following evening he went again. His appearance was the signal for
the cessation of all occupation, every one being eager to watch the
developments of events. He selected his card--an ace.
The dealing began: to the right, a queen; to the left, an ace.
"The ace wins," remarked Herman, turning up his card without glancing at
it.
"Your queen is killed," remarked Tchekalinsky quietly.
Herman trembled; looking down, he saw, not the ace he had selected,
but the queen of spades. He could scarcely believe his eyes. It seemed
impossible that he could have made such a mistake. As he stared at the
card it seemed to him that the queen winked one eye at him mockingly.
"The old woman!
