"_Deux_," he said calmly, and turned away as though it were a matter of course.

The cards went round again.

"_Trois_," he said, as he glanced at his stakes, now doubled again.
Wilson murmured.

"Luck's with him for a start," said he, "but 'tis a long road." He himself had lost at the second turn.

"_Quint_!" "_Seix_!" "_Sept et le va_!" in turn called Law, still coolly, still regarding with little interest the growing heap of coin upon the board opposite the glittering ring which he had left lying on the table.
"_Vingt-un, et le va_!" "Good God!" cried Castleton, the sweat breaking out upon his forehead.
"See the fellow's luck!--Pembroke, sure he hath stole thy slipper.