“Much use that,” growled the fat gentleman.
“Two by honours makes us eight,” said Mr. Pickwick.
Another hand. “Can you one?” inquired the old lady.
“I can,” replied Mr. Pickwick. “Double, single, and the rub.”
“Never was such luck,” said Mr. Miller.
“Never was such cards,” said the fat gentleman.
A solemn silence: Mr. Pickwick humorous, the old lady serious, the fat gentleman captious, and Mr. Miller timorous.
“Another double,” said the old lady: triumphantly making a memorandum of the circumstance, by placing one sixpence and a battered halfpenny under the candlestick.
“A double, sir,” said Mr. Pickwick.