You'll really find it amusing I think." "Do you wish me to stay ?" "Yes, I do.

I want you to see something." A few moments afterward she took her umbrella and waterproof and went away to dress, returning to a dinner-table remarkable for the silence of the diners.

Something, too, had gone wrong with the electric plant, and after dinner candles were lighted in the living-room.

Outside it rained heavily.
Malcourt sat beside his wife, smoking, and, unaided, sustaining what conversation there was; and after a while he rose, dragged a heavy, solid wooden table to the middle of the room, placed five chairs around it, and smilingly invited Shiela, the Tressilvains, and Portlaw to join him.
"A seance in table-tipping ?" asked his sister coldly.

"Really, Louis, I think we are rather past such things." "I never saw a bally table tip," observed Tressilvain.