I held the last trump.

Mrs.O'Toole was beaming as she led the best spade, and felt that the game was won.

I could not resist the temptation, but put my trump on her spade, led my small card, and the game was lost.

Mrs.O'Toole gave a scream and sank back in her chair almost fainting, and when she recovered her breath and her voice went on like a maniac, and had a desperate quarrel with my aunts.

I made my escape, and three days later, to my huge delight, was sent off to Dublin and entered the university.