"I thought so," said Lord Jocelyn. "I remember him, but he has forgotten me."
Next to the captain sat Rebekah, looking prepared for any fate, and not unduly uplifted by the splendor of the scene. But for her, as well as for nearly all who were present, the word dinner will henceforth have a new and exalted meaning. The length of the feast, the number of things offered, the appointments of the table, struck her imagination; she thought of Belshazzar and of Herod; such as the feast before her were those feasts of old; she tasted the champagne, and it took away her breath; yet it seemed good. Mr. Goslett seemed to think so too, because he drank so many glasses.
So did the others, and, being inexperienced in wine, they drank with more valor than discretion, so that they began to talk loud, but that was not till later.
"Do people—rich people—always dine like this?" asked Nelly of her neighbor.
"Something like this; yes, that is, some such dinner, though simpler, is always prepared for them."
"I was thinking," she said, "how differently people live. I would rather live in our way—with Miss Kennedy—than in so much grandeur."
"Grandeur soon becomes a matter of habit. But as for Miss Kennedy, you cannot live always with her, can you?"
"Why not?"
"Well, she may marry, you know."
Nelly looked across the table at Harry.