In an instant the whole room burst into a peal, a roar.

They laughed until the tears ran down their cheeks; they held their sides and laughed again.

She had them at her will.
There was no more wonder after this.

At supper the talk was furious and incessant; Miss Lavinia spoke of a "tipsy-cake," and never blushed; the Vicar took wine with everybody, and told more stories of Three-bottle Beauchamp; even Sophia laughed with the rest, although her heart was aching--for still her poet neglected her and hung with her brother on the lips of Mrs.Goodwyn-Sandys.

I saw him bring the poor girl's cloak in the hall afterwards and receive the most piteous of glances.