A Tale of the Faroe Table, by Aubrey

At Brussels and other towns through which they passed, Aubrey was surprised at the apparent eagerness with which his companion sought for the centers of all fashionable vice. There he entered into all the spirit of the Faroe Table. He betted and always gambled with success, except where the known Sharper was his antagonist, and then he lost even more than he gained. But it was always with the same unchanging face, with which he generally watched the society around. It was not, however, so when he encountered the rash youthful novice, or the luckless father of a numerous family, then his very wish seemed fortune's law. In every town he left the formerly affluent youth,