At table it continued still, and she felt herself borne along on the tide.

She looked at Joe, who was on Sally's right, and she thought he was doing exceedingly well.

And as for these old friends of his, as she rapidly scanned their faces, they looked far from formidable.

On her left side Sally's husband, a tall dark creature with nice eyes, was telling her about the men--two or three writers, an architect and a portrait painter rather well known, whose pictures she had read about.

She had already learned from Sally what the women did with themselves.