I must prevent Helen and Mr.Somers perceiving this! I shuffled the cards noisily, rustled my dress, looked right and left for my handkerchief to break the spell.
"How the wind moans!" said Helen.

I understood her tone; she understood him, as I did.
"I _like_ Rosville, Miss Perkins," cried Mr.Somers.
"Do you ?" said Charles, clicking down his card, as though his turn had just come.

"I must trump this in spite of you." "I am tired of playing," I said.
"We are beaten, Miss Perkins," said Mr.Somers, rising.

"Bring it here," to a servant going by with a tray and glasses.

He drank a goblet of wine, before he offered us any.