Charles was feeling uncomfortable, his nerves beginning to take their toll on him. He looked over at Dickie who was now sweating profusely; his pipe lay on the table.

"I think we should have a toast, eh?" suggested Barrett.

"Ya, vhy not."

Once the glasses of all players had been filled, Brannagh raised his glass, "To the winner!" and downed his glass.

"Hear, hear!" The others replied and followed suit, draining their glasses to grimaces.

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