It charmed Jane and Lucy and they glanced at each other with wondering pleasure and delight.
After the songs some of the elder guests sat down to a game of whist, the younger ones danced Money Musk, Squire Beverly and Mrs.Stephen Hatton leading, while Harry played the old country dance with a snap and movement that made hearts bound and feet forget that age or rheumatism were in existence.
At eleven o'clock the party dispersed and the great dinner was over.
Harry had justified it.

His mother felt sure of that.

He had sung his way into every heart, and if John was so indifferent about political honors and office, she could think of no one better to fill Stephen Hatton's place than his son Harry.

Her dreams were all for Harry because John formed his own plans and usually stood firmly by them, while Harry was easily persuaded and not averse to see things as others saw them.
The next day Harry wrote a very full account of the dinner and the company who attended it, describing each individual, their social rank or station, their physical and mental peculiarities, their dress and even their ornaments or jewelry.

This account was read to all the family, then dated, sealed and carefully placed among the records and heirlooms of Hatton Hall.