"Shall we throw again ?" A murmur of merriment had accompanied this brief colloquy between the adversaries, and Blakeney's bland sallies were received with shouts of laughter.

Now the dice rattled again and once more the two men threw.
"'Tis yours this time, Monsieur Chauvelin," said Blakeney, after a rapid glance at the dice.

"See how evenly Chance favours us both.

Mine, the choice of place...

admirably done you'll confess....