D'Orleans laughed.
"Because he always let you win, M'sieu?" he said.
Tisio began to whimper with annoyance, calling loudly on Valentine.
Visconti, aroused, drew the curtains aside, and stepped forward.
D'Orleans was, at his appearance, a little flurried. It was impossible for his weak brain to meet those eyes and not feel flurried.
"Tisio and I are fallen out again," he said feebly.
Visconti looked at him coldly.
"I would remind you, my lord, Tisio, though an infant, is my brother."
"Gian!" cried Tisio, suddenly noticing him. "Gian! it was my move!"