ONE GAME AT A TIME
his Highland sense of courtesy, "and would you have it in the next room?"
"Anywhere," said the lieutenant, with alacrity; "a little brandy and soda for me; nothing else in these places is worth drinking."
Ranald gave the order, and with some degree of pride, noticed the obsequious manner of the bar-tender toward him and his distinguished guests. They passed into an inner and smaller room, lit by two or three smoky lamps in brackets on the walls. In this room, sitting at one of the tables, were two Frenchmen playing ecarté. As the lieutenant entered, one of them glanced up and uttered an exclamation of recognition.
"Ah, it is our warlike friend," cried De Lacy, recognizing him in return; "you play this game also," he continued in French.
"Not moche, " said LeNoir, for it was he, with a grand salute. "Will the capitaine join, and his friends?"
Ranald shook his head and refused.
"Come along," said the lieutenant, eagerly, to Ranald. The game was his passion. "Mr. Sims, you will; Harry, what do you say?'"
"I will look on with Ranald."
"Oh, come in Macdonald," said the lieutenant, "the more the better, and we'll make it poker. You know the game?" he said, turning to LeNoir; "and your friend—I have not the pleasure—"
"Mr. Rouleau," said Ranald and LeNoir together, presenting the young Frenchman who spoke and looked like a gentleman.
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