I have seen its like since at a foreign Casino, where I watched the baccarat.
The groups broke up as dinner was announced.

Mr.Dawson gave his arm to my grandmother.

I waited, wondering who might fall to my lot.

Then from the group which had been about Lady Ardaragh's chair came--Richard Dawson.

He had an air as though he came but half willingly.
Mrs.Dawson, who was going in with my grandfather, turned to me in a great flurry.
"My son will have the honour to take you in, Miss Devereux," she said.
The words sounded as though they had been learnt off by heart.
Then Richard Dawson looked at me; and I saw the stupefaction in his eyes.