"Zéro," cried the croupier.
We had lost everything.
"You blockhead!" cried Granny, addressing De Grieux. "You scoundrelly Frenchman! So this is how he advises, the monster. Go away, go away! He knows nothing about it and comes fussing round!"
Fearfully offended, De Grieux shrugged his shoulders, looked contemptuously at Granny, and walked away. He felt ashamed of having interfered; he had been in too great a hurry.
An hour later, in spite of all our efforts, we had lost everything.
"Home," cried Granny.
She did not utter a single word till we got into the avenue. In the avenue and approaching the hotel she began to break into exclamations:
"What a fool! What a silly fool! You're an old fool, you are!"
As soon as we got to her apartments—
"Tea!" cried Granny. "And pack up at once! We are going!"
"Where does your honour mean to go?" Marfa was beginning.
"What has it to do with you? Mind your own business! Potapitch, pack up everything: all the luggage. We are going back to Moscow. I have thrown away fifteen thousand roubles!" "Fifteen thousand, madame! My God!" Potapitch cried, flinging up his hands with deep feeling, probably meaning to humour her.
"Come, come, you fool! He is beginning to whimper! Hold your tongue! Pack up! The bill, make haste, make haste!"
"The next train goes at half-past nine, Granny," I said, to check her furore.
"And what is it now?"
"Half-past seven."
"How annoying! Well, it doesn't matter! Alexey Ivanovitch, I haven't a farthing. Here are two more notes. Run there and change these for me too. Or I have nothing for the journey."
I set off. Returning to the hotel half an hour later, I found our whole party at Granny's. Learning that Granny was going off to Moscow, they seemed to be even more upset than by her losses. Even though her going might save her property, what
