The man, however, was so much at his ease that there was no necessity for her to exert herself.

Mr.Wharton hated him for being at his ease.

Had he appeared to have been rebuffed by the circumstances of his position the prejudices of the old man would have been lessened.

By degrees the guests came.
Lord Mongrober stood also on the rug, dumb, with a look of intense impatience for his food, hardly ever condescending to answer the little attempts at conversation made by Mrs.Dick.Lady Eustace gushed into the room, kissing Mrs.Dick and afterwards kissing her great friend of the moment, Mrs.Leslie, who followed.

She then looked as though she meant to kiss Lord Mongrober, whom she playfully and almost familiarly addressed.