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II.2. Prince Albert's Card Debts
It was half past twelve, and every table at the Berkeley Bridge Club was
occupied. On the threshold of the principal room a visitor, who was being shown
around, was asking questions of the secretary.
"Is there any gambling here?" he inquired.
The secretary shrugged his shoulders.
"I am afraid that some of them go a little beyond the club points," he answered.
"You see that table against the wall? They are playing shilling auction there."
The table near the wall was, perhaps, the most silent. The visitor looked at it last
and most curiously.
"Who is the dissipated-looking boy playing there?" he asked.
"Prince Albert of Trent," the secretary answered.
"And who is the little man, rather like Napoleon, who sits in the easy-chair and
"The Baron de Grost."
"Never heard of him," the visitor declared.
"He is a very rich financier who has recently blossomed out in London," the
secretary said. "One sees him everywhere. He has a good-looking wife, who is
playing in the other room."
"A good-looking wife," the visitor remarked, thoughtfully. "But, yes! I thank you
very much, Mr. Courtledge for showing me round. I will find my friends now."