Next he lost his temper, and with an oath pitched the cubes into the fire, swearing that they were toys for children and that I must grant him his revanche with cards.

The cards were furnished us, and with a fortune that varied little we played lansquenet until long past midnight.

The fire died out in the grate, and the air grew chill, until at last, with a violent sneeze, La Vrilliere protested that he would play no more.
Cursing himself for the unluckiest being alive, the fool bade me good-night, and left me seventy pistoles richer than when I had met him..