The score against him reached the fateful sum of forty-three thousand.

Rostov had just prepared a card, by bending the corner of which he meant to double the three thousand just put down to his score, when Dolokhov, slamming down the pack of cards, put it aside and began rapidly adding up the total of Rostov's debt, breaking the chalk as he marked the figures in his clear, bold hand.

"Supper, it's time for supper! And here are the gypsies!" Some swarthy men and women were really entering from the cold outside and saying something in their gypsy accents.

Nicholas understood that it was all over; but he said in an indifferent tone: "Well, won't you go on? I had a splendid card all ready," as if it were the fun of the game which interested him most.