After dinner, they sat down to whist, of which Miss Vavasor was very fond.
De Vaudemont—it is a good name,—perhaps, too, he plays at whist.
Vaudemont, you are bolder in hunting, they tell me, than you are at whist.
If she had the ace of trumps in her hand at whist, she wouldn't say anything, child.
My godfather, M. Meydieu, my aunt, and my mother were just beginning a game ...