The deal fell to Nicholas, and the hand prospered.
‘We intend to win everything,’ said he.
‘’Tilda has won something she didn’t expect, I think, haven’t you, dear?’ said Miss Squeers, maliciously.
‘Only a dozen and eight, love,’ replied Miss Price, affecting to take the question in a literal sense.
‘How dull you are tonight!’ sneered Miss Squeers.
‘No, indeed,’ replied Miss Price, ‘I am in excellent spirits. I was thinking you seemed out of sorts.’
‘Me!’ cried Miss Squeers, biting her lips, and trembling with very jealousy. ‘Oh no!’
‘That’s well,’ remarked Miss Price. ‘Your hair’s coming out of curl, dear.’
‘Never mind me,’ tittered Miss Squeers; ‘you had better attend to your partner.’
‘Thank you for reminding her,’ said Nicholas. ‘So she had.’