A Chocolate-house.<br/>Mirabell and Fainall rising from cards. Betty waiting.<br/>MIRA. You are a fortunate man, Mr. Fainall.<br/>FAIN. Have we done?<br/>MIRA. What you please. I'll play on to entertain you.<br/>FAIN. No, I'll give you your revenge another time, when you are not so indifferent; you are thinking of something else now, and play too negligently: the coldness of a losing gamester lessens the pleasure of the winner. I'd no more play with a man that slighted his ill fortune than I?d make love to a woman who undervalued the loss of her reputation.<br/>MIRA. You have a taste extremely delicate, and are for refining on your pleasures.<br/>FAIN. Prithee, why so reserved? Something has put you out of humour.<br/>MIRA. Not at all: I happen to be grave to-day, and you are gay; that's all.