[Lysbeth by H. Rider Haggard]@TWC D-Link bookLysbeth CHAPTER V 8/28
Towards the last his luck changed a little, but when the game came to an end he found himself the richer by about three hundred and fifty florins. "What am I do to with this ?" he asked colouring up, as with sighs, which in one instance were genuine enough, the losers pushed the money across to him. "Do with it ?" laughed Montalvo, "did anybody ever hear such an innocent! Why, buy your lady-love, or somebody else's lady-love, a present.
No, I'll tell you a better use than this, you give us to-morrow night at your lodging the best dinner that Leyden can produce, and a chance of winning some of this coin back again.
Is it agreed ?" "If the other gentlemen wish it," said Dirk, modestly, "though my apartment is but a poor place for such company." "Of course we wish it," replied the three as with one voice, and the hour for meeting having been fixed they parted, the Heer Brant walking with Dirk to the door of his lodging. "I was going to call on you to-morrow," he said, "to bring to you a letter of introduction from my father, though that should scarcely be needed as, in fact, we are cousins--second cousins only, our mothers having been first cousins." "Oh! yes, Brant of The Hague, of whom my mother used to speak, saying that they were kinsmen to be proud of, although she had met them but little.
Well, welcome, cousin; I trust that we shall be friends." "I am sure of it," answered Brant, and putting his arm through Dirk's he pressed it in a peculiar fashion that caused him to start and look round.
"Hush!" muttered Brant, "not here," and they began to talk of their late companions and the game of cards which they had played, an amusement as to the propriety of which Dirk intimated that he had doubts. Young Brant shrugged his shoulders.
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