One must be a pretty foul sort to let one's name be given to a horse! Mignon, on the contrary, followed the young man's movements with a look of amusement and declared that the women always brought luck.
"Well ?" queried Nana when the young men returned after a prolonged visit to the bookmakers.
"The odds are forty to one against you," said La Faloise.
"What's that?
Forty to one!" she cried, astounded.

"They were fifty to one against me.

What's happened ?" Labordette had just then reappeared.

The course was being cleared, and the pealing of a bell announced the first race.

Amid the expectant murmur of the bystanders she questioned him about this sudden rise in her value.