Porteous. I hate exercise.
C.-C. [Looking at the patience.] The seven goes on the eight.
[Porteous takes no notice.
Lady Kitty. The seven goes on the eight, Hughie.
Porteous. I don’t choose to put the seven on the eight.
C.-C. That knave goes on the queen.
Porteous. I’m not blind, thank you.
Lady Kitty. The three goes on the four.
C.-C. All these go over.
Porteous. [Furiously.] Am I playing this patience, or are you playing it?