“Will you play again?” asked the beggar.
“Are you making game of me, man; what else have I to stake?”
“I’ll stake all my winnings against your wife,” said the old man.
The story-teller turned away in silence, but his wife stopped him.
“Accept his offer,” said she. “This is the third time, and who knows what luck you may have? You’ll surely win now.”
They played again, and the story-teller lost. No sooner had he done so, than to his sorrow and surprise, his wife went and sat down near the ugly old beggar.
“Is that the way you’re leaving me?” said the story-teller.
“Sure I was won,” said she. “You would not cheat the poor man, would you?”
“Have you any more to stake?” asked the old man.
“You know very well I have not,” replied the story-teller.