“Gentlemen, gentlemen, I beg that you will not quarrel in my house.”
You will notice that she put the accent on the word “my.”
At once there were criminations and recriminations, but with that charm of manner which made her famous, not only on the stage, but in the drawing room, to say nothing of the cafe, she poured oil on the troubled waters.
“I do not really know what your differences are about, but if you will allow me, I would like to suggest that you settle them in some amicable way. Here are dice and a cup, why not play for it?”
They looked at each other for a moment, and then one said:
“Yes, we will do it, madame, just the thing. Here, I will make the first throw,” and out upon the shining surface of the golden table rolled the three ivory cubes.
They fought it out while she looked on languidly, and at last when it had been decided, the winner arose exultingly and shouted:
“I have won.”
“Won what?” she queried, curiously.
“Won what? Why, won you.”