"There you are.

I will stake it all upon a single card, if you like, Marchese, so that you need not wait for your money." Casanova suddenly became aware of a feeling of compassion for Lorenzi, a feeling he was puzzled to account for.

But he believed himself to be endowed with second-sight, and he had a premonition that the Lieutenant would fall in his first encounter.
The Marchese did not accept the suggestion of high stakes, nor did Lorenzi insist.

They resumed the game, therefore, much as on the previous night, everyone taking a hand at first, and only moderate sums being ventured.

A quarter of an hour later, however, the stakes began to rise, and ere long Lorenzi had lost his four hundred ducats to the Marchese.
Casanova had no constancy either in luck or ill-luck.