Smart folk motoring down to Biarritz, at the close of Deauville's "fortnight," had two droll little incidents to tell about.
A young woman rose very pale from the baccarat table at Deauville Casino. She swayed and seemed about to faint, then her eyes fixed on a swarthy, paunchy Indian, His Highness the Aga Khan. As though impelled by hypnosis she took a step toward the Khan.
"I've just lost my last sou," she said a little huskily, "how does Your Highness always, always win?"
The Aga Khan is a descendant of the True Prophet, and a gallant gentleman. "Take this, Ma'm'selle," he...