The thing's nonsense, Morris.

The parties that lived in the Bastille would rise against a place like this.' With an admirable affectation of indifference, Morris proposed a game of pitch-and-toss.

To what will not the diplomatist condescend! It was John's favourite game; indeed his only game--he had found all the rest too intellectual--and he played it with equal skill and good fortune.

To Morris himself, on the other hand, the whole business was detestable; he was a bad pitcher, he had no luck in tossing, and he was one who suffered torments when he lost.

But John was in a dangerous humour, and his brother was prepared for any sacrifice.
By seven o'clock, Morris, with incredible agony, had lost a couple of half-crowns.