Whist it was--with a gentleman of the name of Beauclerc, and I forget the other--he wore a chocolate suit, and a black wig.

'Twas I carried them their wine.

Well, Mr.Beauclerc won, and Mr.Archer stopped playing, for he had lost enough; and the gentleman in the chocolate--what was his name ?--Edwards, I think--ay, 'twas--_yes_, Edwards, it was--was tired, and turned himself about to the fire, and took a pipe of tobacco; and my lord, your father, played piquet with Mr.Beauclerc; and he lost a power of money to him, Sir; and, by bad luck, he paid a great part of it, as they played, in rouleaus of gold, for he had won at the dice down stairs.
Well, Mr.Beauclerc was a little hearty, and he grew tired, and was for going to bed.

But my lord was angry, and being disguised with liquor too, he would not let him go till they played more; and play they did, and the luck still went the same way; and my lord grew fierce over it, and cursed and drank, and that did not mend his luck you may be sure; and at last Mr.Beauclerc swears he'd play no more; and both kept talking together, and neither heard well what t'other said; but there was some talk about settling the dispute in the morning.
'Well, Sir, in goes Mr.Beauclerc, staggering--his room was the Flower de luce--and down he throws himself, clothes an' all, on his bed; and then my lord turned on Mr._Edwards_, I'm sure that was his name, and persuades him to play at piquet; and to it they went.
'As I was coming in with more wine, I meets Mr.Archer coming out, "Give them their wine," says he, in a whisper, "and follow me." An' so I did.
"You know something of Glascock, and have a fast hold of him," says he, "and tell him quietly to bring up Mr.Beauclerc's boots, and come back along with him; and bring me a small glass of rum." And back he goes into the room where the two were stuck in their cards, and talking and thinking of nothing else.'.