“Mr. Merlin, what game shall we play now? What game do you like best?”
“The game of life, my boy,” replied Arthur.
“Oh, pooh!” said Gabriel, doubtfully, with a vague feeling that Mr. Merlin was quizzing him.
But the painter was in earnest; and if you are of his opinion, patient and gentle reader, it is for you to say who, among all the players we have been watching, held Trumps.