Ultimately Christian laid down his shilling, the raffle began, and the dice went round.  When it came to Christian’s turn he took the box with a trembling hand, shook it fearfully, and threw a pair-royal.  Three of the others had thrown common low pairs, and all the rest mere points.

“The gentleman looked like winning, as I said,” observed the chapman blandly.  “Take it, sir; the article is yours.”

“Haw-haw-haw!” said Fairway.  “I’m damned if this isn’t the quarest start that ever I knowed!”

“Mine?” asked Christian, with a vacant stare from his target eyes.  “I—­I haven’t got neither maid, wife, nor widder belonging to me at all, and I’m afeard it will make me laughed at to ha’e it, Master Traveller.  What with being curious to join in I never thought of that!  What shall I do wi’ a woman’s clothes in my bedroom, and not lose my decency!”

“Keep ’em, to be sure,” said Fairway, “if it is only for luck.  Perhaps ’twill tempt some woman that thy poor carcase had no power over when standing empty-handed.”

“Keep it, certainly,” said Wildeve, who had idly watched the scene from a distance.

The table was then cleared of the articles, and the men began to drink.

“Well, to be sure!” said Christian, half to himself.  “To think I should have been born so lucky as this, and not have found it out until now!  What curious creatures these dice be—­powerful rulers of us all, and yet at my command!  I am sure I never need be afeared of anything after this.”  He handled the dice fondly one by one.  “Why, sir,” he said in a confidential whisper to Wildeve, who was near his left hand, “if I could only use this power that’s in me of multiplying money I might do some good to a near relation of yours, seeing what I’ve got about me of hers—­eh?” He tapped one of his money-laden boots upon the floor.

“What do you mean?” said Wildeve.

“That’s a secret.  Well, I must be going now.”  He looked anxiously towards Fairway.

“Where are you going?” Wildeve asked.

“To Mistover Knap.  I have to see Mrs. Thomasin there—­that’s all.”

“I am going there, too, to fetch Mrs. Wildeve.  We can walk together.”

Wildeve became lost in thought, and a look of inward illumination came into his eyes.  It was money for his wife that Mrs. Yeobright could not trust him with.  “Yet she could trust this fellow,” he said to himself.  “Why doesn’t that which belongs to the wife belong to the husband too?”

He called to the pot-boy to bring him his hat, and said, “Now, Christian, I am ready.”

“Mr. Wildeve,” said Christian timidly, as he turned to leave the room, “would you mind lending me them wonderful little things that carry my luck inside ’em, that I might practise a bit by myself, you know?” He looked wistfully at the dice and box lying on the mantlepiece.

“Certainly,” said Wildeve carelessly.  “They were only cut out by some lad with his knife, and are worth nothing.”  And Christian went back and privately pocketed them.