He begged to eat in the kitchen.
Joan found him there a little later with everything in the pantry spread before him.

His voice, gay and charming, sounded as if he had liked Hannah for a very long time.

And Hannah's best lamp was on the table.

There was a pleasant undercurrent of excitement in the kitchen.
Joan found her guest's engaging air of adaptability bewildering.

He seemed all ease and sparkle.
At the rustle of her gown in the doorway, he sprang to his feet.
"Please sit down," she said, coloring at the unaccustomed deference.
"I've a message from Uncle Adam.