"It's not thinking at all. I'm sure I saw him do it three times. I believe he always had an ace somewhere about him." Dolly sat quite silent thinking of it. "What had I better do?" asked Sir Felix.
"By George;—I don't know."
"What should you do?"
"Nothing at all. I shouldn't believe my own eyes. Or if I did, should take care not to look at him."
"You wouldn't go on playing with him?"
"Yes I should. It'd be such a bore breaking up."
"But Dolly,—if you think of it!"
"That's all very fine, my dear fellow, but I shouldn't think of it."
"And you won't give me your advice."
"Well;—no; I think I'd rather not. I wish you hadn't told me. Why did you pick me out to tell me? Why didn't you tell Nidderdale?"