“Such mistakes will occur,” said Dr. Sugg, mildly.
“I am afraid the wine was rather heavy, Sir Peter. I told Gladden to be chary of the port—”
The baronet flared up at last with righteous and disgusted wrath.
“What, madam! You hint that I am fuddled? I can see the pips as clear as you can.”
“Sir Peter!”
“I think it is time that we laid down our cards,” said Mrs. Bilson, rising.
“Exactly, madam. I heartily agree with you, madam,” retorted the baronet, savagely, “whist is only fit for old women.”
“Oh, Sir Peter!”
“Sir Peter!”
“Will you be so good as to ring for my coach, Richard Jeffray? Lot, Jilian, it is time we were moving. Lady Letitia, I kiss your hand. Gentlemen, good-night.”