That's the case with your philosopher; and I'm not sure that I won't lose twenty thousand dollars by him yet." "You've lost more with less justification," retorted the Judge, who, in his ninetieth year, was still as alive as his friend at sixty.
M.Mornay waved a hand in acknowledgment, and rolled his cigar from corner to corner of his mouth.

"Oh, I've lost a lot more in my time, Judge, but with a squint in my eye! But I'm doing this with no astigmatism.

I've got the focus." The aged Judge gave a conciliatory murmur-he had a fine persuasive voice.

"You would never be sorry for what you have done if you had known his daughter--his Zoe.

It's the thought of her that keeps him going.