At last, as he turned away from a battery of smiles and other amenities, Newman caught the eye of the marquis looking at him heavily; and thereupon, for a single instant, he checked himself.
"Am I behaving like a d--d fool ?" he asked himself.

"Am I stepping about like a terrier on his hind legs ?" At this moment he perceived Mrs.Tristram at the other side of the room, and he waved his hand in farewell to M.de Bellegarde and made his way toward her.
"Am I holding my head too high ?" he asked.

"Do I look as if I had the lower end of a pulley fastened to my chin ?" "You look like all happy men, very ridiculous," said Mrs.Tristram.
"It's the usual thing, neither better nor worse.

I have been watching you for the last ten minutes, and I have been watching M.de Bellegarde.
He doesn't like it." "The more credit to him for putting it through," replied Newman.

"But I shall be generous.