Delia's eyes were on him; Alice was gone.
A half-hour later he stood in the lobby, waiting for Mrs.Gasgoyne, Lady Dargan, and Delia to come.

He had had congratulations in the House; he was having them now.

Presently some one touched him on the arm.
"Not so bad, Cadet." Gaston turned and saw his uncle.

They shook hands.

"You've a gift that way," Ian Belward continued, "but to what good?
Bless you, the pot on the crackling thorns! Don't you find it all pretty hollow ?" Gaston was feeling reaction from the nervous work.