Porteous. You’ve never had anything to sour it.
Lady Kitty. I don’t know what you mean by that, Hughie.
Porteous. [Trying to contain himself.] Must you trump my ace?
Lady Kitty. [Innocently.] Oh, was that your ace, darling?
Porteous. [Furiously.] Yes, it was my ace.
Lady Kitty. Oh, well, it was the only trump I had. I shouldn’t have made it anyway.
Porteous. You needn’t have told them that. Now she knows exactly what I’ve got.
Lady Kitty. She knew before.
Porteous. How could she know?
Lady Kitty. She said she’d seen your hand.