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this occasion was Miss Emily Wicklow, Lady 

 Porpentine's first cousin, to whom I was happily 

 engaged to be married; and we had for oppo- 

 nents Lord Porpentine and Colonel Blood- 

 Busterfield, both old and experienced players. 



We cut for deal, and Miss Wicklow turned up 

 a low Babe (a faded daguerreotype of Lord 

 Porpentine on a rocJ$:ing-horse at the age of 

 three) and thus secured the deal. She gave 

 herself a poor hand, however, and was forced to 

 leave the declaration to me. I at once made 

 Herds, holding five of this suit with two honours, 

 being well provided with Cubs and having but a 

 singleton Babe. Our opponents expressed them- 

 selves " Content," and the game commenced. 



Colonel Blood-Busterfield began by leading a 

 small Damsel (an early photograph of Lady 

 Porpentine, taken after her first Presentation at 

 the Court of Queen Victoria); I laid my hand 

 on the table, and my partner capped the 

 Colonel's card with a slightly uglier portrait of 

 one of Lord Porpentine's aunts. Our host then 

 played a singularly unalluring carte-de-visite of 

 his maternal grandmother, but Miss Wicklow 

 was able to take the trick with a revolting 

 cabinet photograph of Mrs. Potthoff stein (a 

 friend of the family) as Rosalind in an amateur 

 performance of " As You Like It " (when, as a 

 matter of fact, I believe nobody ddd like it at all). 



