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.