"I don't know that I've seen a better.

You play a good game, sir." Sir Stephen's face flushed at his son's praise, as a girl's might have done; but he laughed it off.
"Only so, so, Staff.

I don't play half as good a game as you and Mr.
Howard.

How should I ?--Mr.Howard, there is the spirit-stand.

You'll help yourself?
Servants are a nuisance in a billiard-room." Not once for the rest of the evening did he show any sign of the weakness which had so startled Howard, and as they went up the stairs he told them a story with admirable verve and with evident enjoyment.
"Sorry our evening has come to an end," he said as they stood outside his door.