Can you be as civil, Stephen--conscientiously?
Oh, that is very nice of you! But there's one thing: why on earth didn't you make eyes at Marion?
Life might be one long, blissful carnival of horse and dog for you both.

Oh, dear! there, I'm meddling again! Pinch me, Sylvia, if I ever begin to meddle again! How did you come out at Bridge, Stephen?
What--bad as that?
Gracious! this is disgraceful--this gambling the way people do! I'm shocked and I'm going up to dress.

Are you coming, Sylvia ?" The dinner was very gay.

The ceremony of christening the Shotover Cup, which Quarrier had won, proceeded with presentation speech and a speech of acceptance faultlessly commonplace, during which Quarrier wore his smile--which was the only humorous thing he contributed.
The cup was full.

Siward eyed it, perplexed, deadly afraid, yet seeing no avenue of escape from what must appear a public exhibition of contempt for Quarrier if he refused to taste its contents.