"Yes, I am. I have opened."
"I take all bets."
"Done!"
"You're stuck! I have misty."[C]
"What infernal luck! That makes four hundred francs I've lost already!—I say, Balivan, give me some punch, to drown my loss."
"Give me a cigar, Balivan."
"Balivan, you promised me your Moorish pipe; you are going to give it to me, aren't you?"
"Pass me your tobacco pouch, will you?"
"One moment, messieurs, I can't do everything; I'm going to call my lady's-maid, on condition that you treat her with respect.—Hallo, there, Crevette!"
"Is Crevette your servant's name?" inquired Tobie, helping himself to punch.