Olva's place was at the end farthest from the door and nearest the High Table, and he had therefore the whole room to cross.
He was smiling a little, a faint colour in his cheeks.

At his own end of the table Craven was standing, silent, with his eyes gravely fixed upon Olva's face.

Half-way down the hall there was Bunning, and Olva could see, as he passed up the room, that the man was trembling and was pressing his hands down upon the table to hold his body still.
When Olva had sat down and the cheering had passed again into the cheerful hum that was customary, the first voice that greeted him was Cardillac's.
"Congratulations, old man.

I'm delighted." There was no question of Cardillac's sincerity.

Craven was sitting four places lower down; he had turned the other way and was talking eagerly to some man on his farther side--but the eyes that had met Olva's two minutes before had been hostile.
Cardillac went on: "Come in to coffee afterwards, Dune; several men are coming in." Olva thanked him and said that he would.