Dan was in fact relieved that Bassett had found the men together: Bassett had seen with his own eyes and might make what he pleased of this sudden intimacy.
Marian had scorned the table d'hote dinner, and was choosing, from the "special" offerings, green turtle soup and guinea fowl, as affording a pleasant relief from the austere regimen of Miss Waring's table.

The roasting of the guinea hen would require thirty minutes the waiter warned them, but Bassett made no objection.

Marian thereupon interjected a postscript of frogs' legs between soup and roast, and Bassett cheerfully acquiesced.
"You seem to be picking the most musical birds offered," he remarked amiably.

"I don't believe I'd eat the rest of the olives if I were you." "Why doesn't Allen Thatcher come over here and speak to us, I'd like to know," asked Marian.

"You wouldn't think he'd ever seen us before." The three men having dined had, from appearances, been idling at the table for some time.