These dull professors of debauch and noise."
He ceased. The Wise One gazed in silent gloom,
While oaths and uproar hurtled through the room—
"Hi, there, a monkey on the Pollux Pet;"
"Fifty to forty;" "Blank your eyes, no bet;"
"A level thousand on the Castor Chick;"
"Brandy for two, and, curse you, bring it quick."
While one who spake to Punch rapped out an oath—
"Who cares?" he said, "I stand to win on both.