But the game--with some veering of fortune--went the freedman's way.

He won a denarius; then another; then a third; lost a fourth time; won back everything and five denarii more; and finally his opponent, heated with play, consented to stake two gold pieces.
"What did you say a minute ago to the landlord ?" muttered Phaon, feeling that the undiluted liquor was getting the best of him.

"This wine is very strong.

It makes my head ache." "_Phy!_" retorted Agias.

"Who complains of good liquor?
I only told the host to set another lamp near us.