Mr Dimmock, this is my dear father.

He has succeeded with the steak.' Theodore Racksole found himself confronted by a very young man, with deep black eyes, and a fresh, boyish expression.

They began to talk.
Jules approached with the steak.

Racksole tried to catch the waiter's eye, but could not.

The dinner proceeded.
'Oh, Father!' cried Nella, 'what a lot of mustard you have taken!' 'Have I ?' he said, and then he happened to glance into a mirror on his left hand between two windows.