When, on sitting at the table, he found that Kay was on his right, he was pleased, for he had now come to entertain a feeling of warm esteem for this excellent and sensible girl. It was his practice never to talk while he ate caviare; but when that had been consumed in a holy silence he turned to her, beaming genially.
“I understand you live at Valley Fields, Miss Derrick.”
“Yes.”
“A charming spot.”
“Very.”
“The college grounds are very attractive.”
“Oh, yes.”
“Have you visited the picture gallery?”
“Yes, several times.”
Fish arrived—sole meunière. It was Lord Tilbury’s custom never to talk during the fish course.