Miss V. Why, I have the king and queen of clubs, and you haven’t a club in your hand. Colonel G. That is why the tricks are mine. I can keep the lead to the end. I am very sorry, Mrs. Vaughn; but I am suddenly attacked with a nervous headache, so that I cannot possibly go on playing. I shall have to ask to be excused. Mrs. V. Oh, don’t break up the game when we are getting along so well. Colonel G. I am very sorry; but I must go. I have enjoyed the game extremely. Mr. T. Are you out? Colonel G. Yes. Mrs. V. I’m sure it was all owing to you. Colonel G. It was all owing to the fall of the cards. I haven’t done anything. [99] [99] Miss V. I’m sure we didn’t have anything on our side at all. I hate whist anyway; you have to be so quiet, and study on it so. Mr. T. Yes, I think it’s awfully hard work. Colonel G. Oh, you’ll have better luck next time. Good-by; don’t rise. [And the Colonel goes to the club to relieve his mind by a quantity of vigorous expletives, and then to settle down to an evening of what he calls real whist.] [100][101] [100][101] Tale the Third. SAUCY BETTY MORK. Tale the Third. [102][103] [102][103]
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