We got in hither, and my companion threw a powder round us, that
made me as invisible as himself; so that we could see and hear all
others, ourselves unseen and unheard.

The first thing we took notice of was a nobleman of a goodly and
frank aspect, with his generous birth and temper visible in it,
playing at cards with a creature of a black and horrid countenance,
wherein were plainly delineated the arts of his mind, cozenage, and
falsehood. They were marking their game with counters, on which we
could see inscriptions, imperceptible to any but us. My Lord had
scored with pieces of ivory, on which were writ, "Good Fame, Glory,
Riches, Honour, and Posterity!" The spectre over-against him had on
his counters the inscriptions of "Dishonour, Impudence, Poverty,
Ignorance, and Want of Shame." "Bless me!", said I; "sure, my Lord
does not see what he plays for?" "As well as I do," says Pacolet.
"He despises that fellow he plays with, and scorns himself for
making him his companion." At the very instant he was speaking, I
saw the fellow who played with my Lord hide two cards in the roll of
his stocking. Pacolet immediately stole them from thence; upon
which the nobleman soon after won the game. The little triumph he
appeared in, when he got such a trifling stock of ready money,
though he had ventured so great sums with indifference, increased my
admiration. But Pacolet began to talk to me. "Mr. Isaac, this to
you looks wonderful, but not at all to us higher beings: that
nobleman has as many good qualities as any man of his order, and
seems to have no faults but what, as I may say, are excrescences
from virtues. He is generous to a prodigality, more affable than is
consistent with his quality, and courageous to a rashness. Yet,
after all this, the source of his whole conduct is, though he would