It crushed to powder.
"I'm so frightfully unhappy!" she said, turning to Jacob, who sat beside her.
The table ran, as if on invisible legs, to the side of the room, and a barrel organ decorated with a red cloth and two pots of paper flowers reeled out waltz music.
Jacob could not dance.

He stood against the wall smoking a pipe.
"We think," said two of the dancers, breaking off from the rest, and bowing profoundly before him, "that you are the most beautiful man we have ever seen." So they wreathed his head with paper flowers.

Then somebody brought out a white and gilt chair and made him sit on it.

As they passed, people hung glass grapes on his shoulders, until he looked like the figure-head of a wrecked ship.

Then Florinda got upon his knee and hid her face in his waistcoat.