" With all my heart, " quoth Thevenin.

“全心全意，”戴维宁说。

" Doubles or quits" ? said Thevenin. Montigny nodded grimly.

“加倍还是退出” ？ 戴维宁说。蒙蒂尼阴沉地点点头。

He came a step forward and ducked a ridiculous bow at Thevenin, and laughed still louder.

他上前一步， 向戴维宁可笑地鞠了一躬， 然后笑得更大声了。

Montigny stuck Thevenin upright in the chair, and drew out the dagger, which was followed by a jet of blood.

蒙蒂尼将戴维宁直挺挺地固定在椅子上，拔出匕首，紧接着是一股鲜血。

The monk received his share with a deep sigh, and a single stealthy glance at the dead Thevenin, who was beginning to sink into himself and topple sideways of the chair.

僧侣深深地叹了口气，接过他的一份，偷偷瞥了一眼死去的戴维宁，他开始沉入自己的身体，从椅子的侧面倒下。

Thevenin, poor soul, was in great feather: he had done a good stroke of knavery that afternoon in the Faubourg St. Jacques, and all night he had been gaining from Montigny.

戴维南，可怜的人，精神抖擞：那天下午他在圣雅克郊区干了一件大事，整晚都在蒙蒂尼的手下。