He found it difficult, though, to take any cordial part in the entertainment, and looked with sincere sympathy at young Rothsattel bending, in his ignorance, over the cards.

He himself won a few dollars, but remarked with pain that Eugene was invariably unlucky.

As, however, he was a party concerned in this, he made no remark; but the doctor himself said to his patient, after having again swept away the ducats the former had put down, "You are getting hot; you are feverish; if you are prudent, you will play no more.

I have never yet had a fever-patient who did not lose at Pharao." "That won't do, doctor," replied Eugene, sharply, and staked again.
"You are unlucky, Eugene," cried the good-humored Bolling.

"You go on too fast." His deal over, the doctor took up the cards and placed them in his pocket.