Then a thought had suggested itself to Captain Bellfield that they might land and eat their food, and his friend Mr Cheesacre had promised his substantial aid.

A lady had surmised that Ormesby sands would be the very place for dancing in the cool of the evening.

They might "Dance on the sand," she said, "and yet no footing seen." And so the thing had progressed, and the picnic been inaugurated.
It was Mr Cheesacre's picnic undoubtedly.

Mr Cheesacre was to supply the boats, the wine, the cigars, the music, and the carpenter's work necessary for the turning of the old boat into a banqueting saloon.
But Mrs Greenow had promised to provide the eatables, and enjoyed as much of the _eclat_ as the master of the festival.

She had known Mr Cheesacre now for ten days and was quite intimate with him.