And once meeting his eye he raised his glass.
"Not quite up to the Enton vintage, Brooks, eh?
but all right, I hope." Brooks nodded back, and resumed his conversation.

Selina took the opportunity to mention casually to her neighbour, Mr.Huntingdon, that Mr.Brooks was a great friend of Lord Arranmore's, and Louise, on her side of the table, took care also to disseminate the same information.
Everybody was properly impressed.

Mr.Bullsom decided to give a dinner-party every month, and to double the greengrocer's tip, and by the time Selina's third stage whisper had reached her mother and the ladies finally departed, he was in a state of geniality bordering upon beatitude.

There was a general move to his end of the table.

Mr.
Bullsom started the port, and his shirt-front grew wider and wider.