"You were with him to-night.

Perhaps you can explain the Chevalier's extraordinary conduct?
He tells me that he has lost forty thousand livres to-night." "He has, indeed, lost them." The vicomte seemed far away in thought.
"Forty thousand livres ?" murmured Brother Jacques.

He also forgot those around him.

Forty thousand livres, and he had never called one hundred his own! "Monsieur," repeated the major, "can you account for the Chevalier's strange behavior ?" "I can," said the vicomte, "but I refuse.

There are looser tongues than mine.