"So it is--I beg your pardon, Tregaskis! Damn the cards! I'm too sleepy to tell one suit from another." "That makes our game then, and the rubber.

Rub and rub--shall we play the conqueror?
No?
As you please then.

How do we stand ?" "We owe three guineas on points," growled a voice which, to judge by its sulkiness, belonged to Mr.Tregaskis.
"I'm a clumsy fool," Mr.Rogers again accused himself.

"Here, Whitmore, give me change out of a note." "With pleasure.

It's as good as a gift, though, with the cards you held," said Mr.Whitmore, and I heard the coins jingle in changing hands, when from the shrubbery, where the gravel sweep narrowed, there sounded the low hoot of an owl.