Duane and Rosalie lose." "Is that all you care about the game ?" she asked with a note of contempt in her voice.
"Oh, it's good for one's health," he said.
"So is confession, but there's no sport in it.

Tell me, Mr.Dysart, don't you play any game for it's own sake ?" "Two, mademoiselle," he said politely.
"What two ?" "Chess is one." "What is the other ?" "Love," he replied, smiling at her so blandly that she laughed.

Then she thought of Rosalie, and it was on the tip of her tongue to say something impudent.

But "Do you do that game very well ?" was all she said.
"Would you care to judge how well I do it ?" "As umpire?
Yes, if you like." He said: "We will umpire our own game, Miss Seagrave." "Oh, we couldn't do that, could we?
We couldn't play and umpire, too." Suddenly the thought of Duane and Rosalie turned her bitter and she said: "We'll have two perfectly disinterested umpires.

I choose your wife for one.