The rubber was conducted with all that gravity of deportment and sedateness of demeanour which befit the pursuit entitled “whist”⁠—a solemn observance, to which, as it appears to us, the title of “game” has been very irreverently and ignominiously applied. The round-game table, on the other hand, was so boisterously merry as materially to interrupt the contemplations of Mr. Miller, who, not being quite so much absorbed as he ought to have been, contrived to commit various high crimes and misdemeanours, which excited the wrath of the fat gentleman to a very great extent, and called forth the good-humour of the old lady in a proportionate degree.

“There!” said the criminal Miller triumphantly, as he took up the odd trick at the conclusion of a hand; “that could not have been played better, I flatter myself; impossible to have made another trick!”

“Miller ought to have trumped the diamond, oughtn’t he, Sir?” said the old lady.

Mr. Pickwick nodded assent.