Nicholas Nickleby

Thus two people who cannot afford to play cards for money, sometimes sit down to a quiet game for love.

A painter who has gazed too long upon some glaring colour, refreshes his dazzled sight by looking upon a darker and more sombre tint; but everything that met Mr. Nickleby’s gaze wore so black and gloomy a hue, that he would have been beyond description refreshed by the very reverse of the contrast.