[Returning promptly.] I beg your pardon, aunt.
Miss Gower.
Really, Arthur—-!
Sir William.
[Rapping upon the table.] Tsch, tsch, tsch!
Miss Gower.
Forgive me, William. [They play.]
Sir William.
[Intent upon his cards.] My snuff-box, Arthur; be so obleeging as to search for it.