experience), that you are the very best ecarte player with whom I
ever sat down."

Dawkinses eyes glissened as he put the money up, and said, "Law,
Deuceace, you flatter me."

FLATTER him! I should think he did. It was the very think which
master ment.

"But mind you, Dawkins," continyoud he, "I must have my revenge;
for I'm ruined--positively ruined by your luck."

"Well, well," says Mr. Thomas Smith Dawkins, as pleased as if he
had gained a millium, "shall it be to-morrow? Blewitt, what say
you?"

Mr. Blewitt agreed, in course. My master, after a little
demurring, consented too. "We'll meet," says he, "at your
chambers. But mind, my dear fello, not too much wine: I can't
stand it at any time, especially when I have to play ecarte with
YOU."

Pore Dawkins left our rooms as happy as a prins. "Here, Charles,"
says he, and flung me a sovring. Pore fellow! pore fellow! I knew
what was a-comin!

But the best of it was, that these 13 sovrings which Dawkins won,
MASTER HAD BORROWED THEM FROM MR. BLEWITT! I brought 'em, with 7
more, from that young genlmn's chambers that very morning: for,
since his interview with master, Blewitt had nothing to refuse him.