Make acquaintance with Mr.Jago.
Sit together." He cast another dark look at his sons; and the sons again returned it.

They pointedly drew back from John Jago as he approached the empty chair next to me and moved round to the opposite side of the table.

It was plain that the man with the beard stood high in the father's favor, and that he was cordially disliked for that or for some other reason by the sons.
The door opened once more.

A young lady quietly joined the party at the supper-table.
Was the young lady Naomi Colebrook?
I looked at Ambrose, and saw the answer in his face.

Naomi Colebrook at last! A pretty girl, and, so far as I could judge by appearances, a good girl too.