Hein, hein.

Aha, Monsieur Ferrers, _comment ca va-t-il_?
Will you give me my revenge at _ecarte_?
I have my suspicions that I am in luck to-night.

Hein, hein." "_Ecarte_!--well, with pleasure," said Ferrers.
Ferrers played well.
The conversation ended in a moment.

The little party gathered round the table--all, except Valerie and Maltravers.

The chairs that were vacated left a kind of breach between them; but still they were next to each other, and they felt embarrassed, for they felt alone.
"Do you never play ?" asked Madame de Ventadour, after a pause.
"I _have_ played," said Maltravers, "and I know the temptation.