He is still as white as the table-cloth, and hardly speaks.

It is clear that _he_ will not get up his conversation again, until after the champagne has been round.

Algy has taken no one; and, consequently, a bear is an amiable and affable beast in comparison of him.

I am placed between our host and his nephew.

The latter comes in for a good deal of my conversation, as most of my remarks have to be taken up and rebellowed by him with a loud emphasis, that contrasts absurdly with their triviality; and even then they mostly miscarry, and turn into something totally different.
Talking to the old man is not a dialogue, but a couple of soliloquies, carried on mostly on different subjects, which in vain try to become the same, between two interlocutors.