twenty-four.
Eight notes for a thousand francs each remained on the even numbers. The
other notes were in Henry's hip-pocket, a crushed mass.

Twenty-four won. It was nothing but black that morning. '_Mais c'est
epatant!_' murmured several on lookers anxiously.

A croupier counted out innumerable notes, and sundry noble and glorious
gold _plaques_ of a hundred francs each. Henry could not check the
totals, but he knew vaguely that another three hundred pounds or so had
accrued to him, on behalf of Cosette.

'I fancy red now,' he said, sighing.

And feeling a terrible habitue, he said to the croupier in French:
'_Maximum. Rouge._'

'_Maximum. Rouge_,' repeated the croupier.

Instantly the red enclosure was covered with the stakes of a quantity of
persons who had determined to partake of Henry's luck.

And red won; it was the number fourteen.

Henry was so absorbed that he did not observe a colloquy between two of
the croupiers at the middle of the table. The bank was broken, and every
soul in every room knew it in the fraction of a second.

'Come,' said Cosette, as soon as Henry had received the winnings.
'Come,' she repeated, pulling his sleeve nervously.

'I've broken the bank at Monte Carlo!' he thought as they hurried out of
the luxurious halls. 'I've broken the bank at Monte Carlo! I've broken
the bank at Monte Carlo!'

If he had succeeded to the imperial throne of China, he would have felt
much the same as he felt then.

Quite by chance he remembered the magazine article, and a statement
therein that prudent people, when they had won a large sum, drove
straight to Smith's Bank and banked it _coram publico_, so that
scoundrels might be aware that assault with violence in the night hours
would be futile.

'If we lunch?' Cosette suggested, while Henry was getting his hat.

'No, not yet,' he said importantly.

At Smith's Bank he found that he had sixty-three thousand francs of
hers.

'You dear,' she murmured in ecstasy, and actually pressed a light kiss
on his ear in the presence of the bank clerk! 'You let me keep the three
thousand?' she pleaded, like a charming child.

So he let her keep the three thousand. The sixty thousand was banked in
her name.

'You offer me a lunch?' she chirruped deliciously, in the street. 'I
gave you a lunch. You give me one. It is why I am come to Monte Carlo,
for that lunch.'

They lunched at the Hotel de Paris.

He was intoxicated that afternoon, though not