"Do you truly mean that you would refrain from planting, let us say, that exquisitely fine orchid, if its illustration landed facing down or a card dropped later covered it up?"
"Indeed, your lordship, and I will further say that by tending to the gardens for centuries in this manner, I have become entirely convinced of its fitness for the purpose."
"Ah! Such a claim, I feel, must be demonstrated immediately, or gnaw at my mind ceaselessly. Pray, indulge me a moment by allowing me to join in a round."
"I should like nothing better. First, for your lordship's approval, I list a set of rules. Once I explain them to your satisfaction, we shall play."
"Ha! Wake, gardener, for only one fast asleep could have wasted a turn so thoroughly as that!"
"Ah, as to that, my lord... You will, I trust, observe that shy range of green cards, formerly separate, which my card's impact nudged into a connection to the primroses you have, until now, guarded so zealously..."
"By the Orb! The depth of this game astounds me! I confess, I had not expected leitmotivs so lavish to emerge."
"I must thank your lordship for condescending to deliver praise which so sets my mind astir, as sage words often do. And I might be so bold as to praise you in turn, by saying that you acquited yourself skillfully—for one's first time."