She never thought of bigamy as a crime, nor did it occur to her to run out and drown herself for shame because she was not properly married to Priam! No, it has to be said in favour of Alice that she invariably took things as they were.
"I think you'd better all come in and sit down quietly," she said.
"Eh! It's very kind of you," said the mother of the curates, limply.
The last thing that the curates wanted to do was to sit down quietly.
But they had to sit down.

Alice made them sit side by side on the sofa.
The heavy, elder brother, who had not spoken a word, sat on a chair between the sideboard and the door.

Their mother sat on a chair near the table.

Priam fell into his easy-chair between the fireplace and the sideboard.

As for Alice, she remained standing; she showed no nervousness except in her handling of the toasting-fork.
It was a great situation.