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Of all club men, Captain Vignolles would be the worst with whom to play alone during the entire evening. And Mountjoy remembered now that he had never been inside four walls with Vignolles except at a club. Vignolles regarded him simply as a piece of prey whom chance had thrown up on the shore.
If Captain Scarborough would come at eleven o'clock Captain Vignolles would ask a few fellows to meet him, and they would have just a little rubber of whist. Mountjoy knew well the nature of the man who asked him, and understood perfectly what would be the result; but there thrilled through his bosom, as he accepted the invitation, a sense of joy which he could himself hardly understand.
When thus appealed to Mountjoy relented, and agreed that a pound should be staked on each game. When they had played seven games Vignolles had won but one pound, and expressed an opinion that that kind of thing wouldn't suit them at all. "School-girls would do better," he said. Then Mountjoy pushed back his chair as though to go, when the door opened and Major Moody entered the room.
Stephen de Vignolles, celebrated under the name of La Hire, resolved to succor the town of Montargis, besieged by the English; and young Dunois, the bastard of Orleans, joined him. On arriving, September 5, 1427, beneath the walls of the place, a priest was encountered in their road. La Hire asked him for absolution. The priest told him to confess.
He was not known to have any particular income, but he was known to live on the best of everything as far as club life was concerned. He immediately followed Mountjoy down into the street and greeted him. "Captain Scarborough as I am a living man!" "Well, Vignolles; how are you?" "And so you have come back once more to the land of the living!
What delight would there be to him in playing piquet with such a face opposite to him as that of Captain Vignolles, or with such a one as that of old Moody? There could be none of the brilliance of the room, no pleasant hum of the voices of companions, no sense of his own equality with others.
Then he went and sent the identical check to Captain Vignolles, with the shortest and most uncourteous epistle: "DEAR SIR, I send you your money. Send back the note. "Yours. "I hardly expected this," said the captain to himself as he pocketed the check, "at any rate not so soon. 'Nothing venture, nothing have. That Moody is a slow coach, and will never do anything.
"Now we'll have a rubber at dummy," said Captain Vignolles. Major Moody was a gray-headed old man of about sixty, who played his cards with great attention, and never spoke a word, either then or at any other period of his life. He was the most taciturn of men, and was known not at all to any of his companions.
Then Vignolles offered again to take the dummy, so that there should be no necessity for Moody and Scarborough to play against each other, and offered to give one point every other rubber as the price to be paid for the advantage. But Moody, whose success for the night was assured by the thirty pounds which he had in his pocket, would come to no terms.
But Vignolles had the card-table open, with clean packs, and chairs at the corners, before he could decide. "What is it to be? Twos on the game I suppose." But Mountjoy would not play piquet. He named ecarte, and asked that it might be only ten shillings a game. It was many months now since he had played a game of ecarte. "Oh, hang it!" said Vignolles, still holding the pack in his hands.
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