“Aren’t they in the box with the counters?”
“No,” Dolf grumbled. “Nothing is ever where it ought to be.”
Anna got up, looked, found the cards in the drawer of a buhl cabinet. Amélie also had risen, stood arranging the music on the piano. She was for ever ordering things in her rooms and immediately forgetting where she had put them, tidying with her fingers and perfectly absent in her mind.
“Anna, come and draw a card too. You can play in the next rubber,” cried Dolf, from the other room.
The two sisters remained alone, with Jules.
The boy had sat down on a stool at Cecile’s feet:
“Mamma, do leave my music alone.”
Amélie sat down beside Cecile:
“Is Christie better?”
“He is a little livelier to-day.”