At first he was quite peevish. “What's the idea,” he said, “coming and spoiling a man's beauty-sleep? Get out.”

Yes gentlemen (and gentlegirls), I am talking about the game that started it all. Rogue.

He only wanted to aggrandise and enrich himself; and if Miss Woodhouse of Hartfield, the heiress of thirty thousand pounds, were not quite so easily obtained as he had fancied, he would soon try for Miss Somebody else with twenty, or with ten.

Finding it now means it was produced in more recent times, in astronomical terms.