But the cards have not only ambiguities, but strange reticences.
"Oh," little Miss Banks will say, her eyes large with excitement, "there's a payment of money and a dark man."
"Good," you say.
"But I can't tell," she goes on, "whether you pay it to him or he pays it to you."
"That's a nice state of things," you say, becoming indignant. "Surely you can tell."
"No, I can't."
You begin to go over your dark acquaintances who might owe you money, and can think of none.
You then think of your dark acquaintances to whom you owe money and are horrified by their number.
"Oh, well," you say, "the whole thing's rubbish, anyway."
Little Miss Banks's eyes dilate with pained astonishment. "Rubbish!"—and she begins to shuffle again.