`NowMrs。Huntingdon，’saidHargrave，ashearrangedthemenontheboard，speakingdistinctly，andwithapeculiaremphasisasifhehadadoublemeaningtoallhiswords，`youareagoodplayer，——butIamabetter：weshallhavealonggame，andyouwillgivemesometrouble；butIcanbeaspatientasyou，and，intheend，Ishallcertainlywin。’HefixedhiseyesuponmewithaglanceIdidnotlike——keen，crafty，bold，andalmostimpudent；alreadyhalftriumphantinhisanticipatedsuccess。
`Ihopenot，Mr。Hargrave！’returnedI，withavehemencethatmusthavestartledMilicentatleast；butheonlysmiledandmurmured，——
`Timewillshew。’
Wesettowork；he，sufficientlyinterestedinthegame，butcalmandfearlessintheconsciousnessofsuperiorskill；I，intenselyeagertodisappointhisexpectations，forIconsideredthisthetypeofamoreseriouscontestsIimaginedhedid——andIfeltanalmostsuperstitiousdreadofbeingbeaten：atallevents，Icouldillendurethatpresentsuccessshouldaddonetittletohisconsciouspowerhisinsolentself-confidence，Ioughttosay，orencourage，foramoment，hisdreamoffutureconquest。
Hisplaywascautiousanddeep，butIstruggledhardagainsthim。Forsometimethecombatwasdoubtful；atlength，tomyjoy，thevictoryseemedincliningtomyside：Ihadtakenseveralofhisbestpieces，andmanifestlybaffledhisprojects。Heputhishandtohisbrowandpaused，inevidentperplexity。Irejoicedinmyadvantage，butdarednotgloryinityet。