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Like most elderly ladies of that period, Lady Holkitt was very fond of cards, and she and my mother used frequently to play bezique and cribbage, whilst the girls and I indulged in something rather more frivolous.
If you wish to seek your revenge at some other game, I am entirely at your service." The Marquis looked at the clock, calculated that he had still half an hour to spare, and, not more for the purpose of "playing to the gallery" than in the hope of reducing the enormous sum of his indebtedness, he replied: "Will it be agreeable to you to play six hands of bezique?" "Certainly, Monsieur.
She paused a moment before the last name, and shot a query through her lashes; but he remained imperturbable. "Mrs. Trenor asked me; but I can't get away till the end of the week; and those big parties bore me." "Ah, so they do me," she exclaimed. "Then why go?" "It's part of the business you forget! And besides, if I didn't, I should be playing bezique with my aunt at Richfield Springs."
I am sure no training school for nurses has added the study of cribbage, pinochle, bezique, chess, checkers, backgammon, or dominos to its curriculum. All these are two-handed games, the playing of which will help the convalescent to forget himself and his past illness and present weakness.
Some portraits of old gentlemen and ladies of France, with one young fellow in a scarlet coat, who might have been in the King's Company of the Guard about the time when Wolfe scaled the Heights of Abraham, summoned up the ghosts of the house, and I liked to think of them in these rooms and going in their sedan-chairs across the little courtyard to high mass at the cathedral or to a game of bezique in some other mansion, still standing in the quiet streets of Amiens, unless in a day in March of 1918 they were destroyed with many hundreds of houses by bombs and gun-fire.
"No more all day bezique.... No more days in the West End.... No more matinees... no more exhibitions... no more A.B.C. teas... no more insane times... no more anything." "What about holidays? You'll enjoy them all the more." "I shall be staid and governessy." "You mustn't. You must be frivolous." Two deeply-burrowing dimples fastened the clean skin tightly over the bulge of Miriam's smile.
"What about a game of bezique?" "I should love it!" Lenora assented. "You'll find the cards in that satchel." They sat and played for half an hour by the light of a lantern. Suddenly Quest paused in the act of dealing and glanced over his shoulder. "What the mischief was that?" he muttered. "Sounded as though the tent flapped," Lenora replied.
The manufacturer was chatting with the count, and amid the clatter of the window-panes a word of their conversation was now and then distinguishable: "Shares maturity premium time-limit." Loiseau, who had abstracted from the inn the timeworn pack of cards, thick with the grease of five years' contact with half-wiped-off tables, started a game of bezique with his wife.
The idea of employing such a man as that to play bezique! He will stop coming." But the count's former savageness seemed wholly subdued. He did not stop coming. One evening M. Moriaz committed an imprudence. In making an odd trick, he carelessly asked M. Larinski who had been his piano professor. "One whose portrait I always carry about me," was the reply.
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