They talked, and they drank, and they grew tipsy; and very little worth hearing occurred during the course of the whole evening.
Mr.Brock officiated, half as the servant, half as the companion of the society.

Mr.Thomas Trippet made violent love to Mrs.Catherine, while her lord and master was playing at dice with the other gentlemen: and on this night, strange to say, the Captain's fortune seemed to desert him.
The Warwickshire Squire, from whom he had won so much, had an amazing run of good luck.

The Captain called perpetually for more drink, and higher stakes, and lost almost every throw.

Three hundred, four hundred, six hundred--all his winnings of the previous months were swallowed up in the course of a few hours.

The Corporal looked on; and, to do him justice, seemed very grave as, sum by sum, the Squire scored down the Count's losses on the paper before him.
Most of the company had taken their hats and staggered off.