'You are a nice squire of dames,' said she, 'to leave us all out to get wet through by ourselves;' and then she also, looking up, saw that jesting was at present ill-timed, and so sat herself down quietly at the tea-table.
But Norman never moved.

He saw them come in one after another.

He saw the pity expressed in Mrs.Woodward's face; he heard the light-hearted voices of the two girls, and observed how, when they saw him, their light-heartedness was abashed; but still he neither spoke nor moved.

He had been stricken with a fearful stroke, and for a while was powerless.
Captain Cuttwater, having shaken off his dining-room nap, came for his tea; and then, at last, Gertrude also, descending from her own chamber, glided quietly into the room.

When she did so, Norman, with a struggle, roused himself, and took a chair next to Mrs.Woodward, and opposite to her eldest daughter.
Who could describe the intense discomfiture of that tea-party, or paint in fitting colours the different misery of each one there assembled?
Even Captain Cuttwater at once knew that something was wrong, and munched his bread-and-butter and drank his tea in silence.