You know no more about betting than I do about Algebra: the chaps will win your money as sure as you sport it.

Hang me if you are not trying everything.

I saw you sit down to ecarte last week at Trumpington's, and taking your turn with the bones after Ringwood's supper.

They'll beat you at it, Pen, my boy, even if they play on the square, which.

I don't say they don't, nor which I don't say they do, mind.