She at once cut him pointedly and with supreme disdain, only to find his father, who was seated on her right, doing exactly the same thing.
Furious indignation entered her sore soul at this second discovery, and from the smiling, genial hostess she froze into a marble statue of aloofness.

But tongues were loosened somewhat by that time, and her change of attitude did not apparently affect the guests.
Mr.Locke continued his aggressive course, and the brothers Chubb were emboldened to take it by turns to oppose him, while old Griggs drank deeply and smacked his lips, and young Griggs told Jeff anecdotes in an undertone which he interspersed with bold glances in the direction of his stony-faced young hostess.
The appearance of Jim Dawlish carrying a steaming bowl of punch seemed to Doris at length the signal for departure, and she rose from the table.
Jeff instantly rose at the farther end, and she divined that he had no wish to detain her.

Mr.Griggs the elder, on the other hand, was loud in protest.
"We haven't drunk your health yet, missis," he said.
She forced herself to smile.

"That is very kind of you.

I am sure Jeff will return thanks for me." She made it evident that she had no intention of remaining, protest notwithstanding, so Mr.Griggs arose and turned to open the door, still loudly deploring her departure.