"It's too much."
"Pooh! one lost, another gained; it's only between the pair of us."
"Yes, but if one wins all."
"Nonsense, we are equally good players."
"But you haven't laid your money down."
"I've told you I've nothing but gold, I'll change it when I've lost some hundreds."
They commenced to play. Chaudoreille's face was animated, his eyes were shining, and seemed as if they would leave their orbits to look at his adversary's play.
"These cards are not new," said Marcel, "they are all stained or marked."
"That's because they've been so much used apparently. I leave it to you," said Chaudoreille, looking carefully at the backs of the cards which were at the bottom of the pack.
"Hang it! you've made me a pretty present; there, these are the seven and the eight."