Mr.Lanley stood on the hearth-rug, with a cigar in his mouth and his head thrown very far back.

Adelaide sank into a chair, looking, as she often did, as if she had just been brilliantly well posed for a photograph.

Farron was silent.

Mrs.Wayne sat, as she had a bad habit of doing, on one foot.

The two groups were sufficiently separated for distinct conversations.
"Is this a conference ?" asked Farron.
Mrs.Wayne made it so by her reply.
"The whole question is, Are they really in love?
At least, that's my view." "In love!" Adelaide twisted her shoulders.