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The prince rose as he concluded his story, and the grating of carriage-wheels on the gravel walkwithout the windows, announced the hour for the promenade. I took my seat in one of the landaus by the side of C., who had promised to show me the lions of the place, but it was some time before I could command my attention to the beauties of the scene, for the story of the prince had brought back the memory of my lastsoiréein Paris, where I had beheld a withered old man playing with avidity atbouillotte, and I remembered to have been startled and disgusted when he took up his cards in athree-fingeredgrasp. And now I remembered, too, that his partner had addressed him by the name of De J——.