You should have allowed Tiger to give those fellows a lesson they would remember, Danton.

Their drunken insolence is growing unbearable." Dinner went on and ended.

The ladies left the dining-room; the gentlemen lingered, but not long.
Kate was at the piano entrancing Eeny, and Grace sat at her crochet.
Miss Danton got up and made tea, and the young Doctor lay back in an arm-chair talking to Eeny, and watched, with half-closed eyes, the delicate hands floating deftly along the fragile china cups.
"Give us some music, Kate," her father said, when it was over.

"Grace, put away your knitting, and be my partner in a game of whist.

Father Francis and the Doctor will stand no chance against us." The quartet sat down.