'These cards will be my ruin.' 'Leave them,' said Otto.
'I!' she cried, and laughed; 'they are my destiny.

My only chance was to die of a consumption; now I must die in a garret.' 'You are bitter to-night,' said Otto.
'I have been losing,' she replied.

'You do not know what greed is.' 'I have come, then, in an evil hour,' said he.
'Ah, you wish a favour!' she cried, brightening beautifully.
'Madam,' said he, 'I am about to found my party, and I come to you for a recruit.' 'Done,' said the Countess.

'I am a man again.' 'I may be wrong,' continued Otto, 'but I believe upon my heart you wish me no ill.' 'I wish you so well,' she said, 'that I dare not tell it you.' 'Then if I ask my favour ?' quoth the Prince.
'Ask it, _mon Prince_,' she answered.

'Whatever it is, it is granted.' 'I wish you,' he returned, 'this very night to make the farmer of our talk.' 'Heaven knows your meaning!' she exclaimed.