If, for instance, it would suit you to lend me four hundred florins, which, added to the six hundred which I have lost to-night, would make a thousand in all, well, it will be a convenience to me, though should it be any inconvenience to you, pray do not think of such a thing." "Certainly," answered Dirk, "I have won nearly as much as that, and here at my own table.

Take them, I beg of you, captain," and emptying a roll of gold into his hand, he counted it with the skill of a merchant, and held it towards him.
Montalvo hesitated.

Then he took the money, pouring it carelessly into his pocket.
"You have not checked the sum," said Dirk.
"My friend, it is needless," answered his guest, "your word is rather better than any bond," and again he yawned, remarking that it was getting late.
Dirk waited a few moments, thinking in his coarse, business-like way that the noble Spaniard might wish to say something about a written acknowledgment.

As, however, this did not seem to occur to him, and the matter was not one of ordinary affairs, he led the way back to the table, where the other two were now showing their skill in card tricks.
A few minutes later the two Spaniards took their departure, leaving Dirk and his cousin Brant alone.
"A very successful evening," said Brant, "and, cousin, you won a great deal." "Yes," answered Dirk, "but all the same I am a poorer man than I was yesterday." Brant laughed.

"Did he borrow of you ?" he asked.