Jack's eyes brightened, as they turned towards the table when he entered the room.
"And those are the gloves!" said Madame Fontaine, with her head held critically a little on one side, as if she was a connoisseur enjoying a fine picture.

"How very pretty! And what good taste you have!" Jack (with his eyes still on the cake) accepted these flattering expressions as no more than his due.

"I am pleased with my walk," he remarked.

"I have made a successful appearance in public.

When the general attention was not occupied with my bag of keys, it was absorbed in my gloves.