card-table. As I left the piano Miss Fairlie turned a page of the music, and touched the keys again with a surer hand.
“I WILL play it,” she said, striking the notes almost passionately. “I WILL play it on the last night.”
“Come, Mrs. Vesey,” said Miss Halcombe, “Mr. Gilmore and I are tired of ecarte—come and be Mr. Hartright’s partner at whist.”
The old lawyer smiled satirically. His had been the winning hand,
card-table. As I left the piano Miss Fairlie turned a page of the music, and touched the keys again with a surer hand.
“I WILL play it,” she said, striking the notes almost passionately. “I WILL play it on the last night.”
“Come, Mrs. Vesey,” said Miss Halcombe, “Mr. Gilmore and I are tired of ecarte—come and be Mr. Hartright’s partner at whist.”
The old lawyer smiled satirically. His had been the winning hand,
