She had spoken to each guest as they arrived.

She spoke sensibly, in her soft voice, not getting into any disagreements.

During the downpour, she had sat with her eyes wide open, watching the lightning as though she could see the future in the sudden flashes.
Monsieur Madinier had up to this time not proposed anything.

He was leaning against the bar, with the tails of his dress coat thrust apart, while he fully maintained the important air of an employer.

He kept on expectorating, and rolled his big eyes about.
"_Mon Dieu_!" said he, "we might go to the Museum." And he stroked his chin, as he blinkingly consulted the other members of the party.
"There are antiquities, pictures, paintings, a whole heap of things.