"I am done for, all the kings are out." "No politics," said a journalist.
"And the ace is the foe of my family," continued the banker, who then turned up another king.

"Long live the king! My dear Sidonie, hand me over two louis." "Put them down," said Sidonie, vexed at her loss.
"That makes four hundred francs you owe me, little one," said the banker.

"You would run it up to a thousand.

I pass the deal." Sidonie and Musette were chatting together in a low tone.

The game went on.
At about the same time the Bohemians were sitting down to table.