They shall be--' 'We wish nothing,' was the brisk answer.

'D'ye hear?
Shut the door, and go to the devil!' Puzzled, but obedient, the landlord fell back on the servants, who had descended from their seat in front and were beating their hands one on another, for the March evening was chill.

'What is up, gentlemen ?' he said.
'Nothing.

But we will put something down, by your leave,' they answered.
'Won't they do the same ?' He cocked his thumb in the direction of the carriage.
'No.

You have such an infernal bad road, the dice roll,' was the answer.
'They will finish their game in quiet.