[He puts down several cards while they watch him silently.
Lady Kitty and C.-C. [Together.] The four goes on the five.
Porteous. [Throwing down the cards violently.] Damn you! why don’t you leave me alone? It’s intolerable.
C.-C. It was coming out, my dear fellow.
Porteous. I know it was coming out. Confound you!
Lady Kitty. How petty you are, Hughie!
Porteous. Petty, be damned! I’ve told you over and over again that I will not be interfered with when I’m playing patience.
Lady Kitty. Don’t talk to me like that, Hughie.
Porteous. I shall talk to you as I please.
Lady Kitty. [Beginning to cry.] Oh, you brute! You brute! [She flings out of the room.]