Then, as if he had waited for this moment, he turned to the assembled company and delivered an eloquent panegyric of the _Andromeda's_ crew and their _deusa deliciosa_--for that is what he called Iris--a delightful goddess.

He had made many speeches already that day, but none was more heartfelt than this.

His eulogy was unstinted.

Luckily for Iris, she was so conscious of the attention she attracted that she kept her eyes steadfastly fixed on the carpet.

Otherwise, having a well-developed sense of humor, she must have laughed outright had she seen Coke's face.
He, of course, understood no word that was said.