Not the slightest visible change was produced in her by the eating and drinking; she was equal to any demands that any dinner could make on her.

There was no flush in her face, no change in her spirits, when she rose, in obedience to English custom, and retired to the drawing-room.
Left together over their wine, the men began to talk politics.
I listened at the outset, expecting to get some information.

Our readings in modern history at Tadmor had informed us of the dominant political position of the middle classes in England, since the time of the first Reform Bill.

Mr.Farnaby's guests represented the respectable mediocrity of social position, the professional and commercial average of the nation.

They all talked glibly enough--I and an old gentleman who sat next to me being the only listeners.