But hold, we must dismiss the present subject of contemplation, for here we are at the very scene of action, and now for ocular demonstration." No.

40, now 32, Pall Mall, was the place of destination, a house well known, said, in Koubel's time, to be more _a la Francaise_, and of course more of a gambling-house, than any other of the same description in London.

The former were good judges of their business, and did things in prime order; but, if report say true, the new Establishment 1 Broads--A cant term for cards.
2 Turf--A cant term for horse-racing.
3 Telegraph--To work the telegraph, is to impart information by secret signs and motions, previously concerted between the parties.
~195~~has completely eclipsed their precursors: it is now conducted wholly by aliens--by Frenchmen!!! who are said to have realized 80,000L.
within a very short space of time; and that a certain nobleman, whose name is not Dormouse, has serious reason to remember that he has been a visitor.
These concerns are considered of so much importance, and are found to be so very productive, that regular co-partnerships are entered into, the business is conducted almost with the precision of a mercantile establishment; all kinds of characters embark in these speculations, and rapid fortunes are to be made by them; this alone ought to deter young men from play, since it sufficiently indicates how much the chances are in favour of the tables.

But many high and noble names resort to them.
"There's N--g--nts proud Lord, who, to angle for pelf, Will soon find the secret of diddling himself; There's Herbert, who lately, as knowing one's tell, Won a tight seven hundred at a House in Pall Mall.
Captain D--v--s, who now is a chick of the game, For altho' in high feather, the odds will soon tame; And the Marquis of Bl--ndf--rd, who touch'd 'em up rare For a thousand in Bennet Street (all on the square); There's Li--d and C--m--ck, who'd a marine to be, For none drills a guinea more ably than he; There's a certain rum Baronet, every one knows, Who on Saturday nights to the Two Sevens{1} goes, With J---- and Cl----, Billy W---- and two more, So drunk, that they keep merry hell in a roar.
Long D--ll--n, their C--rt--r, a son of a gun; Bill B----, the Doctor, that figure of fun; Bankers, Dealers and Demireps, Cuckolds in droves, A T--l--r, a T--nf--Id, a Cr--kf--Id, and CI--ves; A H--rtf--rd, a Y--rm--th, of frail ones ten score; X--ft--e, S--br--gt and E--ll--s, and still many more." "Come along," said Merrywell, "let us see what they are made of; are either of you known?
for Cerberus, who keeps the door, is d----d particular, in consequence of some rows they have recently had, and the devil is careful to pick his customers." "To pluck them, you mean," said Tom; "but perhaps you are in possession of the pass-word--if so, lead on." 1 The _Two Sevens_--A nick-name for the well-known house, No.

77, Jermyn Street.
~196~~Tallyho had already heard so much about Hells, Gambling-houses, and Subscription-houses, that he was all anxiety for an interior view, and the same feeling animated Mortimer.