In this room, sitting at one of the tables, were two Frenchmen playing ecarte.

As the lieutenant entered, one of them glanced up and uttered an exclamation of recognition.
"Ah, it is our warlike friend," cried De Lacy, recognizing him in return; "you play this game also," he continued in French.
"Not moche," said LeNoir, for it was he, with a grand salute.

"Will the capitaine join, and his friends ?" Ranald shook his head and refused.
"Come along," said the lieutenant, eagerly, to Ranald.

The game was his passion.

"Mr.Sims, you will; Harry, what do you say ?" "I will look on with Ranald." "Oh, come in Macdonald," said the lieutenant, "the more the better, and we'll make it poker.