As it went on I could not but feel that he was making himself and me conspicuous.

He drank a good deal of wine, and the more he drank the more he leant to me and tried to look into my eyes, so that I felt thoroughly sick and ashamed.
I could have pushed him away with both hands, but that was not possible in the publicity of a dinner-table.

He whispered in my ear, he leant to me, he behaved as an infatuated lover, and presently it seemed to me that my fellow-guests smiled here and there and looked significant.

Lady Ardaragh talked more than ever to the blase-looking young lord who was her neighbour and her colour was heightened.

Her witticisms came to me across the table, or a portion of them, and I thought she was saying wild, unbecoming things.