"How young you look when you're angry, Wjera," said Mimi Dey, laughing, "the old demon flashes in your eyes when you're vexed."
"There's a deal of pleasure in playing whist with you, Ossi," exclaimed Truyn at the same moment,--he was Oswald's partner,--"that's five trumps that you have thrown away--I had a slam in my hand."
"How could I guess that you had anything in diamonds?"
"I led."
"Clubs."
"No, diamonds! Just look."
"Don't you think that Ossi, when he puts on that gloomy face, looks astonishingly like young Capriani?" observed Pistasch.
No longer master of himself Oswald threw his cards down on the table.
"Come, come, behave yourself, Ossi," said Truyn.
"There's no use in trying to jest with you: you are as sensitive as a commoner," grumbled Pistasch.