At the moment Mrs.Dexter turned towards the waiter, she leaned forward, over the table, and gave a rapid glance down at the row of faces on that side; and in replying to her husband, she managed to do the same thing for the other end of the table.

No change in her countenance attested the fact that her search for some desired or expected personage had been successful.

The half emptied cup of tea, and merely broken piece of toast lying on her plate, showed plainly enough that either indisposition or mental disturbance, had deprived her of appetite.
From the tea table they went to one of the parlors.

Only a few gentlemen and ladies were there, most of the guests preferring a stroll out of doors, or an evening drive.
"Shall we ride?
It is early yet, and the full moon will rise as the sun goes down." "I have ridden enough to day," Mrs.Dexter answered.

"Fatigue has made me nervous.