Another long pause.
She arranges her cards deliberately and then shuts them up like a fan.
"Your play, partner," says Mr. Moulton, tired out with waiting.
With a dismal wail, and looking about for sympathy, she plays the ace of
clubs.
Mr. Moulton gathers up the trick.
She has no idea that she has taken anything, but is quietly adjusting her
cards again.
"Your turn, Countess!"
"What, my turn again?" She expresses the greatest surprise.