But he would talk to me and sit close to me, and once when I had turned away from him and addressed Sir Arthur Ardaragh, who was on the other side of me, I caught my grandmother's eye on me with a look of appeal.
I wished my godmother had been there.

She had been invited to the dinner, but she would not go nor consent to be civil to the Dawsons.

Nor would she believe that there was anything about Uncle Luke which might not come into the light of day.
"And if there could be," she said proudly, "I would rather it was told than go in terror of the Dawsons.

I had as lief trust the world as them any day." After that glance of my grandmother I did not turn away again from Richard Dawson, much as I detested his closeness and his breath upon my cheek.

I thought the dinner would never be over.