"Why, the first words Countess de
Vaurigard says to me this afternoon was, 'I want you to meet my young
friend Mellin,' she says; 'the gamest little Indian that ever come down
the pike! He's game,' she says--'he'll see you _all_ under the table!'
That's what the smartest little woman in the world, the Countess de
Vaurigard, says about you."
This did not seem very closely to echo Madame de Vaurigard's habit of
phrasing, but Mellin perceived that it might be only the fat man's way
of putting things.
"You ain't goin' back on _her_, are you?" continued Mr. Pedlow. "You
ain't goin' to make her out a liar? I tell you, when the Countess de
Vaurigard says a man 's game, he is game!" He laid his big paw cordially
on Mellin's shoulder and smiled, lowering his voice to a friendly
whisper. "And I'll bet ten thousand dollars right out of my pants pocket
you _are_ game, too!"
He pressed a glass into the other's hand. Smiling feebly, the
embarrassed Mellin accepted it.
"Make it four more, Tommy," said Pedlow. "And here," continued
this thoughtful man, "I don't go bandying no ladies' names around a
bar-room--that ain't my style--but I do want to propose a toast.
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