At last he was in that sumptuous dining-hall.

The entire room took on the picture of one great eye, and that eye centred on the party of three--as, in fact, it naturally would.

But Edward felt that the eye was on him, wondering why he should be there.
What he ate and what he said he does not recall.

General Grant, not a voluble talker himself, gently drew the boy out, and Mrs.Grant seconded him, until toward the close of the dinner he heard himself talking.

He remembers that he heard his voice, but what that voice said is all dim to him.