Parson's voice impatiently.—"Come—come—come, Squire: play to my queen of diamonds—do!"
Squire.—"There, I trump it—pick up the trick, Mrs H."
Parson.—"Stop! stop! trump my diamond?"
The Captain, solemnly.—"Trick turned—play on, Squire."
Squire.—"The king of diamonds."
Mrs Hazeldean.—"Lord! Hazeldean—why, that's the most barefaced revoke—ha—ha—ha! trump the queen of diamonds and play out the king! well I never—ha—ha—ha!"
Captain Barnabas, in tenor.—"Ha, ha, ha!"
Squire.—"And so I have, bless my soul—ho, ho, ho!"
Captain Barnabas, in bass.—"Ho—ho—ho."
Parson's voice raised, but drowned by the laughter of his adversaries and the firm clear tone of Captain Barnabas:—"Three to our score!—game!"