To bed now; you ought to.

I go on deck.

Good night, ace-of-hearts." "That is fitter for yourself, Captain Paul, lonely leader of the suit." "Lonely?
Aye, but number one cannot but be lonely, my trump." "Again I give it back.

Ace-of-trumps may it prove to you, Captain Paul; may it be impossible for you ever to be taken.

But for me--poor deuce, a trey, that comes in your wake--any king or knave may take me, as before now the knaves have." "Tut, tut, lad; never be more cheery for another than for yourself.