"Bridge! Who's going to take a hand?" Eddy Little cried impatiently. "Come on, Peter!"
"The rest of you play," Deacon said. "He and I are going to play piquet."
"I'd prefer bridge," Peter Gee said mildly.
"Don't you play piquet?"
The pearl-buyer nodded.
"Then come on. Maybe I can show I know more about that than I do about anchors."
"Oh, I say——" McMurtrey began.
"You can play bridge," Deacon shut him off. "We prefer piquet."
Reluctantly, Peter Gee was bullied into a game that he knew would be unhappy.
"Only a rubber," he said, as he cut for deal.