46/57 Poor Fennimore, God help thee!" Fennimore arose; he would play no more. He had lost his wager (he had bet Abellino a thousand ducats that he would never seduce Fanny)--he had lost his money, and he had to bear, besides, the stinging sarcasms of his triumphant rival. His heart was full of gall and venom. More than once he was on the point of making a vigorous demonstration with a heavy candlestick; but he thought better of it, and at last got up and quitted the room. |