"When do you intend to give up play, George, as you have promised me, any time these hundred years?" Dobbin said to his friend a few days after the night at the Opera. "When do you intend to give up sermonising?" was the other's reply. "What the deuce, man, are you alarmed about? We play low; I won last night. You don't suppose Crawley cheats? With fair play it comes to pretty much the same thing at the year's end."

"When do you intend to give up gambling, George, as you have promised many times?" Dobbin said to his friend a few days after this.
"When do you intend to give up sermonising?" was George's reply. "What the deuce are you alarmed about? We play low; I won last night. You don't suppose Crawley cheats?"
