The audience began to shuffle restlessly; they were capping a rich Burgundy with _vin ordinaire_, and found the liquor tasteless to the palate.

Fielding perceived from certain movements at his side that Clarice shared in the general restlessness.
She gave an audible sigh of relief and patted her hands with the most perfunctory applause when her husband sat down.

'You are staying with Mr.
Drake at the Three Nuns ?' she asked, turning to Fielding.
'Only till to-morrow.

I leave by the night-train.' 'Oh, you are going back!' 'Yes.

You see Drake and Burl are both here.