'The game here is child's play.' Urging Virgin Luck not to quit his initiatory table, the captain reluctantly went at their heels.

Shortly before the tables were clad in mantles for the night, he reported to Livia one of the great cases of Virgin Luck; described it, from the silver piece to the big heap of notes, and drew on his envy of the fellow to sketch the indomitable coolness shown in following or in quitting a run.

'That fellow it is, Fleetwood's tag-rag; holds his head like a street-fiddler; Woodler or some name.

But there's nothing to be done if we don't cultivate him.

He must have pocketed a good three thousand and more.