But come, play again; ’tis the last trick; I drink[640]
To your health and success! Ha! ha! One would think
From your looks you were pale with some terrible fear.
There’s nothing to dread,—there are none but us here,
And the days of dark murder in secret are o’er:—
Ace! King! I win. Though mine is the gain,
It gives me, friend Michel, less pleasure than pain.
But let us return to our sheep, as they say
In la belle France, your land ever charming and gay.
Young Malletti was captured, convicted I’m told,