On her other side she found the man who looked amusing.

He was introduced to her across the table by Mrs Mitchell, with _empressement_, as Mr Aylmer Ross.
Edith felt happy tonight; her spirits were raised by what she felt to be an atmosphere _tiede_, as the French say; full of indulgence, sympathetic, relaxing, in which either cleverness or stupidity could float equally at its ease.

The puerility of the silly little arrangements to amuse removed all sense of ceremony.

The note is always struck by the hostess, and she was everything that was amiable, without effort or affectation.
No-one was ever afraid of her.
Bruce's neighbour at dinner was the delicate, battered-looking actress, in a Royal fringe and a tight bodice with short sleeves, who had once been a celebrity, though no-one remembered for what.

Miss Myra Mooney, formerly a beauty, had known her days of success.