After dinner was over, he had again to take his place beside Mrs.Garman on the sofa, while the young people went down to the croquet lawn, which was shaded by the dense avenue of limes.
Mr.Aalbom was walking up and down the broad path in front of the house, encircled by his wife's bony arm, as Mr.Delphin kindly put it, while they were waiting for coffee.

He was still annoyed at his failure, and at the slights he had endured, and his wife was doing her utmost to pacify him.
"How can a man of your standing bother about such nonsense?
These young upstarts will only be here for a time.

They will soon make themselves unwelcome in some way or another.

There is no doubt that we are considered superior to the rest.

You must have noticed that the Consul took me in to dinner." "Nonsense!" answered her husband.