But Plank's appetite was in proportion to the generous lines on which nature had fashioned him, and she paid less and less attention to convention and a trifle more to the beauty of Agatha's jewels, until the silence at the small table in the corner remained unbroken except by the faint tinkle of silver and crystal and the bubbling hiss of a glass refilled.
Major Belwether, his white, fluffy, chop-whiskers brushed rabbit fashion, peeped in at the door, started to tiptoe out again, caught sight of them, and came trotting back, beaming rosy effusion.

He leaned roguishly over the table, his moist eyes a-twinkle with suppressed mirth; then, bestowing a sprightly glance on Plank, which said very plainly, "I'm up to one of my irrepressible jokes again!" he held up a smooth, white, and over-manicured forefinger: "I was in Tiffany's yesterday," he said, "and I saw a young man in there who didn't see me, and I peeped over his shoulder, and what do you think he was doing ?" She lifted her eyes a little wearily: "I don't know," she said.
"I do," he chuckled.

"He was choosing a collar of blue diamonds and aqua marines!--Te-he!--probably to wear himself!--Te-he! Or perhaps he was going to be married!--He-he-he!--next winter--ahem!--next November--Ha-ha! I don't know, I'm sure, what he meant to do with that collar.

I only--" Something in Sylvia's eyes stopped him, and, following their direction, he turned around to find Quarrier standing at his elbow, icy and expressionless.
"Oh," said the aged jester, a little disconcerted, "I'm caught talking out in church, I see! It was only a harmless little fun, Howard." "Do you mean you saw me ?" asked Quarrier, pale as a sheet.

"You are in error.