"Bézique!—You think she's bored? But you may be mistaken—he's a very good-looking fellow, is Monsieur de Raincy.—Four aces!"
"Ah! upon my word! If he's a good-looking fellow—with that stupid, idiotic, conceited air!"
"He has a good figure.—Double bézique!"
"Sapristi! you never fail to get that.—And that pronunciation of his—do you think that's pretty, too?"
"Not in singing, at all events.—Take your card, if you please, monsieur le comte!"
"Ah! to be sure.—I was not paying attention. Whose play is it?"
"Mine.—I have the honor of winning again. I have triple bézique—fifteen hundred!"
"Is it possible?"
"Look for yourself."
"Well! I am not sorry it's over. I am not at all in the mood for cards to-night."