"Your turn, Countess!"
"What, my turn again?" She expresses the greatest surprise.
She: "What dreadful cards! Indeed, I cannot play."
Poor thing! That was probably her only good card, and we expected her next would be the two of spades. But no. She pulls out, with the air of a martyr, the ace of spades.
Mr. Moulton: "Well! that's not so bad."
Great astonishment on her part. She can't believe that she has actually taken a trick. She had hoped some one else would have played.
A long, fidgety silence follows.
All: "Your play, Countess!" She plays the queen of hearts.
This has no success, as I take it with my king.
Mr. Moulton: "Why did you play trumps?"