Perhaps you wouldn't mind if we celebrated the event and tried to do justice to this luncheon.

Matilda, let me give you this seat of honor at the head of the table.

Andrew, old scout, you are to sit opposite your wife Boys, find places, and I'll take this seat." Matilda and Andrew allowed themselves to be almost pushed into their respective chairs.

They were dumb, and seemed almost in a dream.
Matilda could not take her wondering eyes off this astonishing brother of hers, who now must have looked very like the fairy prince to her.

She was an automaton in his hands, and he could have done anything with her.