Two or three times she kept it elevated, and in vain: the flow of their interchangeing speech was uninterrupted.

At last my father bowed to her from a distance.

She signalled: his eyelids pleaded short sight, awakening to the apprehension of a pleasant fact: the fan tapped, and he halted his march, leaning scarce perceptibly in her direction.

The fan showed distress.

Thereupon, his voice subsided in his conversation, with a concluding flash of animation across his features, like a brook that comes to the leap on a descent, and he left us.
Captain DeWitt and I were led by a common attraction to the portico, the truth being that we neither of us could pace easily nor talk with perfect abandonment under eye-fire any longer.
'Look,' said he to me, pointing at the equipages and equestrians: 'you'll see a sight like this in dozens--dozens of our cities and towns! The wealth of this country is frightful.' My reply, addressed at the same time mentally to Temple at sea, was: 'Well, as long as we have the handsomest women, I don't care.' Captain DeWitt was not so sure that we had.