First Player (who has had a run of ill-luck). I’m regularly haunted by the recollection of my losses at Baccarat.
Second Player. Quite Shakspearian! “Banco’s” Ghost.
A PRIZE.
Little Spiffkins. “DON’T YOU THINK ONE MIGHT GET UP A DANCE HERE SOME EVENING?”
Young Brown. “NOT GIRLS ENOUGH, MY BOY!”
Little Spiffkins. “NOT GIRLS ENOUGH! WHY, I’VE GOT TO KEEP ’EM OFF ME WITH A STICK!”