Then I hastily wipe away my tears, and smile back at them all.

As I raise my glistening eyes, I meet those of Mr.Musgrave fixed upon me--( he is the only stranger present).

His look is not one that wishes to be returned; on the contrary, it is embarrassed at being met.

It is a glance that puzzles me, full of inquiring curiosity, mixed with a sort of mirth.

In a second--I could not tell you why--I look hastily away.
"I wonder what he is doing _now, this very minute_!" says Tou Tou, who is dining in public for the first time, and whose conversation is checked and her deportment regulated by Bobby, who has been at some pains to sit beside her, and who guides her behavior by the help of many subtle and unseen pinches under the table; from revolting against which a fear of father hinders her, a fact of which Bobby is most basely aware.
"Had not you better telegraph ?" asks Algy, with languid irony (Algy certainly is not quite so nice as he used to be).