It isn't due for half an hour yet.

But how's luck, Brown ?" "Damn bad," said Brown, his face suddenly assuming an expression of weak despair; "I'm cleaned out again, Jack," he continued, in a whining tone that formed a pitiable contrast to his bulky figure, "can't you help me with a hundred till tomorrow's cleanup?
You see I've got to send money home to the old woman, and--you've won twenty times that amount from me." The conclusion was, perhaps, not entirely logical, but Jack overlooked it, and handed the sum to his visitor.

"The old-woman business is about played out, Brown," he added, by way of commentary; "why don't you say you want to buck agin' faro?
You know you ain't married!" "Fact, sir," said Brown, with a sudden gravity, as if the mere contact of the gold with the palm of the hand had imparted some dignity to his frame.

"I've got a wife--a damned good one, too, if I do say it--in the States.

It's three year since I've seen her, and a year since I've writ to her.