The table was large and round, the sixty or seventy other diners in the room made a certain amount of noise, so that it was easy to talk in undertones while the conversation of the others was general.

Re-doubling his attentions to the diners at the farther side of the room, he remained resolutely unconscious of Madame's signals, which were rapidly becoming frantic.

Niceratus, in the Symposium, is telling the diners of what knowledge he is most proud.

Never was there a more appreciative diner than he, never a more attentive, sympathetic listener.