_Sir William._
[_To the players._] Is this whist, may I ask?
[_They sit._]
_Sir William._
[_Standing._] Miss Trelawny--
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_Rose._
[_Weakly._] I--I think I had better--what d'ye call it?--withdraw for a
few moments.
_Sir William._
[_Sitting again._] Do so.
[_Rose disappears. Arthur is leaving the room with her._]
_Miss Gower._
[_Sharply._] Arthur! where are you going?
_Arthur._
[_Returning promptly._] I beg your pardon, aunt.
_Miss Gower._
Really, Arthur---!
_Sir William._
[_Rapping upon the table._] Tsch, tsch, tsch!
_Miss Gower._