His prognostications had come true a score of times already, and people called him the "King of Tipsters." "Let's see, what horses ought I to choose ?" said the young woman.
"What's the betting on the Englishman ?" "Spirit?
Three to one against.

Valerio II, the same.

As to the others, they're laying twenty-five to one against Cosinus, forty to one against Hazard, thirty to one against Bourn, thirty-five to one against Pichenette, ten to one against Frangipane." "No, I don't bet on the Englishman, I don't.

I'm a patriot.

Perhaps Valerio II would do, eh?
The Duc de Corbreuse was beaming a little while ago.