"Letters, uncle?"
"No, no, not—exactly letters as 'twere and yet—ah—O demme!" So the Major gave up the useless search. "Come, gentlemen—if 'tis gone, 'tis gone. Come, let us get back to our game."
CHAPTER XLVI
FURTHER INTIMATE ADVENTURES OF THE RAMILLIE COAT
"Aunt Belinda," said my lady, pausing on the broad stair with lighted candle, "pray how do you refrain?"
"From what, dear Betty?"
"Sneezing, aunt!"
"O naughty puss!"
"All the evening by my reckoning you have sneezed but once. Sure you must be getting snuff-proof or——"