"Oh Walter, how you talk!" cried Milicent—"She has far more pieces than you still."
"I intend to give you some trouble yet," said I; "and perhaps, sir, you will find yourself checkmated before you are aware. Look to your queen."
The combat deepened. The game was a long one, and I did give him some trouble: but he was a better player than I.
"What keen gamesters you are!" said Mr. Hattersley, who had now entered, and been watching us for some time. "Why, Mrs. Huntingdon, your hand trembles as if you had staked your all upon it! and Walter—you dog—you look as deep and cool as if you were certain of success,—and as keen and cruel as if you would drain her heart's blood!—But if I were you, I wouldn't treat her, for very fear: she'll hate you if you do—she will, by Heaven!—I see it in her eye."
"Hold your tongue, will you?" said I—his talk distracted me, for I was driven to extremi-
