The Gambler, Part 2

Chapter 8

On the promenade, as it is called here, that is, in the chestnut avenue, I met my Englishman.

“Oh, oh!” he began, as soon as he saw me. “I was coming to see you, and you are on your way to me. So you have parted from your people?”

“Tell me, first, how it is that you know all this?” I asked in amazement. “Is it possible that everybody knows of it?”

“Oh, no, everyone doesn’t; and, indeed, it’s not worth their knowing. No one is talking about it.”

“Then how do you know it?”

“I know, that is, I chanced to learn it. Now, where are you going when you leave here? I like you and that is why I was coming to see you.”

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