The men at the table were eating with their knives; each had one protecting forearm and hand cast round his arc of small dishes as if to ward off probable attempt at seizure.

And they swallowed as if the boat were afire.

The women ate more daintily, as became members of the finer sex on public exhibition.

They were wearing fingerless net gloves, and their little fingers stood straight out in that gesture which every truly elegant woman deems necessary if the food is to be daintily and artistically conveyed to her lips.

The children mussed and gormed themselves, their dishes, the tablecloth.
Susan loved it all.