should redeem all the injury which fortune had done him.  And in truth this man had been misused by fortune.  His companion whispered in his ear, but he heard not a word of it.  He increased the twelve to fifteen, and again won.  As he looked round there was a halo of triumph which seemed to illuminate his face.  He had chained Chance to his chariot-wheel and would persevere now that the good time had come.  What did he care for the creature at his elbow?  He thought of all the good things which money could again purchase for him as he carefully fingered the gold for the next stake.  He had been rich, though he was now poor; though how could a man be accounted poor who had an endless sum of six hundred napoleons in his pocket, a sum which was, in truth, endless, while it could be so rapidly recruited in this fashion?  The next stake he also won, but as he raked all the pieces which the croupier pushed toward him his mind had become intent on another sphere and on other persons.  Let him win what he might, his old haunts were now closed against him.  What good would money do him, living such a life as he must now be compelled to pass?  As he thought of this the five-and-twenty napoleons on the table were taken away from him almost without consciousness on his part.

At that moment there came a voice in his ear,—­not the voice of his attending friend, but one of which he accurately knew the lisping, fiendish sound:  “Ah, Captain Scarborough, I thought it vas posshible you might be here.  Dis ish a very nice place.”  Our friend looked round and glared at the man, and felt that it was impossible that this occupation should be continued under his eyes.  “Yesh; it was likely.  How do you like Monte Carlo?  You have plenty of money—­plenty!” The man was small, and oily, and black-haired, and beaky-nosed, with a perpetual smile on his face, unless when on special occasions he would be moved to the expression of deep anger.  Of the modern Hebrews a most complete Hebrew; but a man of purpose, who never did things by halves, who could count upon good courage within, and who never allowed himself to be foiled by misadventure.  He was one who, beginning with nothing, was determined to die a rich man, and was likely to achieve his purpose.  Now there was no gleam of anger on his face, but a look of invincible good-humor, which was not, however, quite good-humor, when you came to examine it closely.

“Oh, that is you, is it, Mr. Hart?”

“Yesh; it is me.  I have followed you.  Oh, I have had quite a pleasant tour following you.  But ven I got my noshe once on to the schent then I was sure it was Monte Carlo.  And it ish Monte Carlo; eh, Captain Scarborough?”

“Yes; of course it is Monte Carlo.  That is to say, Monte Carlo is the place where we are now.  I don’t know what you mean by running on in that way.”  Then he drew back from the table, Mr. Hart following close behind him, and his attendant at a farther distance behind him.  As he went he remembered that he had slightly increased the six hundred napoleons of yesterday, and that the money was still in his own possession.  Not all the Jews in London could touch the money while he kept it in his pocket.