Chapter 29
There were incidents connected with that luncheon which Francis
always remembered. In the first place, Sir Timothy was a great deal
more silent than usual. A certain vein of half-cynical,
half-amusing comment upon things and people of the moment, which
seemed, whenever he cared to exert himself, to flow from his lips
without effort, had deserted him. He sat where the rather brilliant
light from the high windows fell upon his face, and Francis
wondered more than once whether there were not some change there,
perhaps some prescience of trouble to come, which had subdued him
and made him unusually thoughtful. Another slighter but more
amusing feature of the luncheon was the number of people who
stopped to shake hands with Sir Timothy and made more or less
clumsy effort
