At this game they were wonderful equill; and about supper-time (when grilled am, more shampang, devld biskits, and other things, was brot in) the play stood thus: Mr.Dawkins had won 2 pounds; Mr.Blewitt 30 shillings; the Honrabble Mr.Deuceace having lost 3L.l0s.After the devvle and the shampang the play was a little higher.

Now it was pound pints, and five pound the bet.

I thought, to be sure, after hearing the complymints between Blewitt and master in the morning, that now poor Dawkins's time was come.
Not so: Dawkins won always, Mr.B.betting on his play, and giving him the very best of advice.

At the end of the evening (which was abowt five o'clock the nex morning) they stopt.

Master was counting up the skore on a card.
"Blewitt," says he, "I've been unlucky.