There are times, indeed, when we most honor the tongue of Shakspere by silence; emergencies to which words are so inadequate that to attempt to use them were to degrade the whole language.
At the last I was brought face to face with a most intricately planned defeat; a defeat insured by one spot on a card.

Had the obstructive card been a six-spot of clubs instead of a seven-spot, victory was mine.

I pointed this out to Miss Kate, who had declined a chair at the table and had chosen to stand beside my own.

I showed her the series of plays which, but for that seven-spot, would put the kings in their places at the top and let me win.

And I was beaten for lack of a six.
That she had grasped my explanation was quickly made plain.