[_She sneezes twice, loudly, and sinks back upon the couch._]
_Sir William._
[_Testily._] Sssh! sssh! sssh! this is to be whist, I hope.
_Miss Gower._
Rose! Rose! young ladies do not sneeze quite so continuously. [_De
Foenix is dealing._]
_Sir William._
[_With gusto._] I will thank you, Captain de Foenix, to exercise your
intelligence this evening to its furthest limit.
_De Foenix._
I'll twy, sir.
_Sir William._
[_Laughing unpleasantly._] He, he, he! last night, sir----
_Clara._
Poor Frederick had toothache last night, grandpa.
_Sir William._
[_Tartly._] Whist is whist, Clara, and toothache is toothache. We will
endeavor to keep the two things distinct, if you please. He, he!
_Miss Gower._
Your interruption was hardly in place, Clara, dear,--ah!
_De Foenix._
Hey! what?
_Miss Gower._
A misdeal.
_Clara._
[_Faintly._] Oh, Frederick!
_Sir William._
[_Partly rising._] Captain de Foenix!
_De Foenix._