At which, Adela took fright and was glad to slip away.
At last the pudding flowed into the bag.
Emilia was posted by the ladies in a corner of the room.

Receiving her assurance that she was not hungry, they felt satisfied that she wanted nothing.

Wilfrid came up to her to console her for her loneliness, until Mr.Pericles had stationed himself at the back of her chair, and then Wilfrid nodded languidly and attended to his graver duties.

Who would have imagined that she had hurt him?
But she certainly looked with greater animation on Mr.Pericles; and when Tracy Runningbrook sat down by her, a perfect little carol of chatter sprang up between them.

These two presented such a noticeable contrast, side by side, that the ladies had to send a message to separate them.