De Foenix.
Yes, sir, Clara played a trump—the seven——
Sir William.
I will not trouble you, Captain de Foenix, to echo Miss Gower's information.
De Foenix.
Vevy sowwy, sir.
Miss Gower.
[Gently.] It was a little out of place, Frederick.
Sir William.
Sssh! whist. [Arthur is now on Sir William's right, with the snuff-box.] Eh? what? [Taking the snuff-box from Arthur.] Oh, thank ye. Much obleeged, much obleeged.