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—