He tried to get me to go out with him, but I held back; then he tried S., and he also declined.

There was another guest, but there was no trouble about him.

We finally went out in a pile.

There was a decorous plunge for seats, and I got the one at Mr.Phelps's left, the Count captured the one facing Phelps, and the other guest had to take the place of honor, since he could not help himself.

We returned to the drawing-room in the original disorder.