Go on and deal!" "A--what!" demanded Tressilvain angrily.
"It's an Americanism," observed his wife, surveying her cards with masked displeasure and making it spades.

"Louis, I never held such hands in all my life," she said, displaying the meagre dummy.
"Do you good, Helen.

Mustn't be too proud and haughty.

No, no! Good for you and Herby--" "I wish you wouldn't call him Herby," snapped his sister.
"Not respectful ?" inquired Malcourt, lifting his eyebrows.

"Well, I'll call him anything you like, Helen; I don't care.