Geoffrey never spoke the words; he obstinately ignored Arnold's presence in the room.
At the card-table the whist went on interminably.

Lady Lundie, Sir Patrick, and the surgeon, were all inveterate players, evenly matched.
Smith and Jones (joining the game alternately) were aids to whist, exactly as they were aids to conversation.

The same safe and modest mediocrity of style distinguished the proceedings of these two gentlemen in all the affairs of life.
The time wore on to midnight.

They went to bed late and they rose late at Windygates House.

Under that hospitable roof, no intrusive hints, in the shape of flat candlesticks exhibiting themselves with ostentatious virtue on side-tables, hurried the guest to his room; no vile bell rang him ruthlessly out of bed the next morning, and insisted on his breakfasting at a given hour.