"Do you think that can be done?" said Moro, vacillating.
"Yes, I think so."
"There is too little of this and not enough of that," returned Moro, discreetly pointing at the cards with his finger.
"Nevertheless, nevertheless, I think——"
"Well, well, let us play," replied Moro, with his usual politeness.
That game was lost. Moro gave a look at his companions, and shrugged his shoulders; then as Valero turned away, he said in a low tone:
"I did not want to vex Don Enrique, but I knew that that play could not win."
And having thus vindicated his reputation, he was as pleased as if he had won the game.
The Conde de Onis seemed absent when he came in, and as time went on, he became more and more thoughtful and gloomy; and he played so carelessly that his friends called him to book several times.
"But, Conde, what has come to you?" said Don Pedro, at last, "you seem so very preoccupied."