There's no playing when fellows are getting up every minute to gape after doctors' coaches, and leaving the door open--hang it, I've lost the game by it--gammoned twice already.

'Tis very pleasant.

I only wish when gentlemen interrupt play, they'd be good enough to pay the bets.' It was not much, about five shillings altogether, and little Puddock had not often a run of luck.
'If you'd like to win it back, Captain Cluffe, I'll give you a chance,' said O'Flaherty, who was tolerably sober.

'I'll lay you an even guinea Sturk's dead before nine to-morrow morning; and two to one he's dead before this time to-morrow night.' 'I thank you--no, Sir--two doctors over him, and his head in two pieces--you're very obliging, lieutenant, but I'll choose a likelier wager,' said Cluffe.
Dangerfield, who was overlooking the party, with his back to the fire, appeared displeased at their levity--shook his head, and was on the point of speaking one of those polite but cynical reproofs, whose irony, cold and intangible, intimidated the less potent spirits of the club-room.

But he dismissed it with a little shrug.