I—I'm fwightfully gwieved, sir——

[The cards are re-dealt by Miss Gower. Rose now gives way to a violent paroxysm of sneezing. Sir William rises.]

Miss Gower.

William——-! [The players rise.]

Sir William.

[To the players.] Is this whist, may I ask?

[They sit.]

Sir William.

[Standing.] Miss Trelawny—