I was sure I saw Sir Arthur wince when I turned to him.

But it was all too much of a nightmare to myself to be greatly concerned about the feelings of others, even those I liked very much.
At last the welcome signal was given for the ladies to leave the table.
When we had returned to the drawing-room the smart London ladies flocked together in a bevy and began chattering like a field of starlings.

Their talk seemed to be altogether of their male acquaintances, whom they called by their names--Jack and Tom and Reggie and Algy, and so on.
Lady Ardaragh sat down by my grandmother and talked to her in a low voice.

After the excitement of the dinner she seemed to have become pale and quiet.

I could hear that she was talking about her boy, who was a great pet with Gran.