Only the cards spoke, and they spoke in unmistakable terms.

By the hazard of fortune all the cash found its way to Casanova.

In an hour he had won two thousand ducats; he had won them from Lorenzi, though they came out of the pockets of the Marchese, who at length sat there without a soldo.
Casanova offered him whatever gold pieces he might need.

The Marchese shook his head.

"Thanks," he said, "I have had enough.