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"
Sit
down
,
sit
down
,
Lynton
!
"
urged
one
man
near
him
.
"
I
'll
lend
you
enough
to
go
on
with
.
"
"
Thanks
,
I
'd
rather
not
!
"
he
returned
,
flushing
a
little
.
"
I
'm
too
much
in
your
debt
already
.
Awfully
good
of
you
all
the
same
.
You
go
on
,
you
fellows
,
and
I
'll
watch
the
play
.
"
"
Let
me
persuade
you
Viscount
Lynton
,
"
said
Lucio
,
looking
at
him
with
his
dazzling
inscrutable
smile
--
"
just
for
the
fun
of
the
thing
!
If
you
do
not
feel
justified
in
staking
money
,
stake
something
trifling
and
merely
nominal
,
for
the
sake
of
seeing
whether
the
luck
will
turn
"
--
and
here
he
took
up
a
counter
--
"
This
frequently
represents
fifty
pounds
--
let
it
represent
for
once
something
that
is
not
valuable
like
money
--
your
soul
,
for
example
!
"
A
burst
of
laughter
broke
from
all
the
men
.
Lucio
laughed
softly
with
them
.
"
We
all
have
,
I
hope
,
enough
instruction
in
modern
science
to
be
aware
that
there
is
no
such
thing
as
a
soul
in
existence
"
--
he
continued
.
"
Therefore
,
in
proposing
it
as
a
stake
for
this
game
at
baccarat
,
I
really
propose
less
than
one
hair
of
your
head
,
because
the
hair
is
a
something
,
and
the
soul
is
a
nothing
!
Come
!
Will
you
risk
that
non-existent
quantity
for
the
chance
of
winning
a
thousand
pounds
?
"
The
Viscount
drained
off
the
last
drop
of
brandy
,
and
turned
upon
us
,
his
eyes
flushing
mingled
derision
and
defiance
.
"
Done
!
"
he
exclaimed
;
whereupon
the
party
sat
down
.
The
game
was
brief
--
and
in
its
rapid
excitement
,
almost
breathless
.
Six
or
seven
minutes
sufficed
,
and
Lucio
rose
,
the
winner
.
He
smiled
as
he
pointed
to
the
counter
which
had
represented
Viscount
Lynton
's
last
stake
.
"
I
have
won
!
"
he
said
quietly
.
"
But
you
owe
me
nothing
,
my
dear
Viscount
,
inasmuch
as
you
risked
--
Nothing
!
We
played
this
game
simply
for
fun
.
If
souls
had
any
existence
of
course
I
should
claim
yours
;
--
I
wonder
what
I
should
do
with
it
by
the
way
!
"
He
laughed
good-humouredly
.
"
What
nonsense
,
is
n't
it
!
--
and
how
thankful
we
ought
to
be
that
we
live
in
advanced
days
like
the
present
,
when
such
silly
superstitions
are
being
swept
aside
by
the
march
of
progress
and
pure
Reason
!
Good-night
!
Tempest
and
I
will
give
you
,
your
full
revenge
to-morrow
--
the
luck
is
sure
to
change
by
then
,
and
you
will
probably
have
the
victory
.
Again
--
good-night
!
"
He
held
out
his
hand
--
there
was
a
peculiar
melting
tenderness
in
his
brilliant
dark
eyes
--
an
impressive
kindness
in
his
manner
.
