"We must have a little more elegance at this end of the table," says he.
"Wax candles and champagne bottles for this lady."
He stooped down, expecting me to answer him; when he saw her face all glowing with blushes.
"Ah!" says he, laughing, "we have got a little mixed here, Cousin Frost. It will never answer to come between man and wife in this fashion, especially when they have been only three weeks married. Supposing we change round again?"
I arose—she arose—we exchanged glances, then exchanged seats.
The lights from these beer bottles were numerous, but not brilliant. Under the shadows we concealed the emotions which disturbed us.
He looked funnily penitent, whenever his eyes caught mine, which was often, for somehow I could not keep looking on my plate all the time.
As for that young creature, she seemed to be brimming over with fun.
After a little, I began to feel myself smiling. It really was droll, but not so very unpleasant.