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Lord Burden, the dilapidated earl imported as a parti, was of opinion that the Austrian count had merely applied for the viatique; and being granted by the management a sum large enough to pay his fare and his food, had departed without caring to show his face again at the villa.
"I comforted her as well as I could, but I didn't know what would become of us. Then a lady, who had a room next to mine in the hotel, heard me crying, and was very kind." "I should think she would have been," interrupted the young man. "She told me that, as my mother had lost everything, she had better go to the Direction of the Casino, and get what they call a viatique money to go away with.
"This is the last, last straw!" the man grumbled, in English. "I thought there was one missing." "They never forget to add it to the rest," said the girl. "Not they," he echoed. "And I wasn't doing so badly at one time. I've a mind to apply for the viatique." "I shouldn't have the courage." "Oh, I should. I'd like to get something out of them. I hate the Riviera, anyhow.
There's too much scenery all over the place. No rest for the eye." "But supposing you change your mind, and want come back and try your luck? You couldn't, if you'd taken the viatique." "Yes I could when I'd paid it back. It's supposed to be a loan, you know, which you have to repay before you're allowed to play again." "Oh, I didn't know!" A group of young men walked past, laughing.
They've let us keep our rooms on, up to now, but for two days they've not given us anything to eat. Of course, it can't go on like this. If it hadn't been for you, I think when I went back to tell my mother that the last louis of the viatique was gone, we would have killed ourselves." "Great Heaven, you must promise me not to do that," the young man implored.
They've let us keep our rooms on, up to now, but for two days they've not given us anything to eat. Of course, it can't go on like this. If it hadn't been for you, I think when I went back to tell my mother that the last louis of the viatique was gone, we would have killed ourselves." "Great Heaven, you must promise me not to do that," the young man implored.
"I comforted her as well as I could, but I didn't know what would become of us. Then a lady, who had a room next to mine in the hotel, heard me crying, and was very kind." "I should think she would have been," interrupted the young man. "She told me that, as my mother had lost everything, she had better go to the Direction of the Casino, and get what they call a viatique money to go away with.
"I'm going to apply for what's called the viatique. It's a sum of money the Casino people grant to to us broken gamblers, if we can prove that we've lost a lot. It's a way of getting rid of us, without too much trouble to themselves or as my wife said danger of scandal.
The men knew Miss Grant by sight and reputation as "one of the lucky ones," and she felt that they were wondering if she too had lost all, and come whining to the "management" for a viatique. "For heaven's sake let's stand out of the way," Dauntrey whispered, "so every one won't know what we're after."
"Where must we go to ask for the viatique?" she inquired of Dauntrey in a low voice, looking anxiously at the different closed doors, behind which any mystery might hide, for few ever saw them open. "We have to go through the Salle Schmidt," he answered doggedly. That seemed worse than she had thought, but she said nothing.
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