"Good night," said Mrs. Ruyslaender, "and thank you."
She slipped back to her room unobserved.
"Whatever has induced you, my dear boy," said Colonel Marchbanks, "to take up with that very objectionable fellow Melville?"
"Diamonds," said Lord Peter. "Do you find him so, really?"
"Perfectly dreadful man," said the Hon. Frederick Arbuthnot. "Hearts. What did you want to go and get him a room here for? This used to be a quite decent club."
"Two clubs?" said Sir Impey Biggs, who had been ordering a whisky, and had only caught the last word.
"No, no, one heart."
"I beg your pardon. Well, partner, how about spades? Perfectly good suit."
"Pass," said the Colonel. "I don't know what the Army's coming to nowadays."