It was indeed as though Fate were there, with her hand upon the shoulder of a favored son.
"You lose, Mr.Castleton," said Law, calmly, as the cards came again his way.

He swept his winnings from the coin pushed out to him.
"Now we have thee, Mr.Law!" cried Pembroke.

"One more turn, and I hope your very good nerve will leave the stake on the board, for so we'll see it all come back to the bank, even as the sheep come home at eventide.
Here your lane turns.

And 'tis at the last stage, for the next is the limit of the rules of the game.

But you'll not win it." "Anything you like for a little personal wager," said the other, with no excitement in his voice.
"Why, then, anything you like yourself, sir," said Pembroke.
"Your little slipper against fifty pounds ?" asked John Law.
"Why--yes--," hesitated Pembroke, for the moment feeling a doubt of the luck that had favored him so long that evening.