Mr.Dexter paused, and Mrs.
Dexter, rising without remark, took his arm, and they went down to the dining-hall, neither of them speaking a word.

On taking her place at the table, Mrs.Dexter's eyes ran quickly up and down the lines of faces opposite.
This was done with so slight a movement of the head, that her husband, who was on the alert, did not detect the rapid observation.
For some three or four minutes the guests came filing in, and all the while Mrs.Dexter kept glancing from face to face.

She did not move her head or seem interested in the people around her; but her eyes told a very different story.

Twice the waiter asked if she would take tea or coffee, before she noticed him, and her answer, "Coffee," apprised her watchful husband of the fact that she was more than usually lost in thought.
"Not coffee ?" Mr.Dexter bent to his wife's ear.
"No, black tea," she said, quickly, partly turning to the waiter.

"I was not thinking," she added, speaking to her husband.