Most of the conversation was between Catherine, Craig and Gabriel.

Long before the supper was done, lamps had to be brought and curtains lowered.

At last the meal was over.
"Dessert, now, Gabriel!" exclaimed Grantham.

"Your turn!" "Eh?
What ?" asked Armstrong.

"My turn for what ?" "Your turn to do your part! Don't think that you're going to write a poem and then put it in your pocket, that way.