Rose.
Agony!
Arthur.
Pinch your upper lip—-
[She sneezes twice, loudly, and sinks back upon the couch.]
Sir William.
[Testily.] Sssh! sssh! sssh! this is to be whist, I hope.
Miss Gower.
Rose! Rose! young ladies do not sneeze quite so continuously. [De Foenix is dealing.]