Chapter 19

His grandfather had a peculiar dignity. You forgot the smallness of him in contemplating that massive head. The more you talked to him the larger he seemed to grow, until the mere physical outlines ceased to matter, or became a familiar cloak hanging about a soul of understanding. Did the Venerable suspect? For Lance had not told him. There had been a sensitive courtesy in the younger man’s approach to the elder one. Lance had felt that he wanted his grandfather to know Lance the man before he knew him as Lance—the…