You looked at the cards, you mistook the nine for a ten, in which case you were right to call for another card." "It is not that," he wailed.

"It is the spoiling of my combination, on which I have wasted sleepless nights.

A curse on my mad folly.

Do you know who the banker was ?" "No," said I.
"He was Captain Vauvenarde, the husband of Madame Brandt.".