Chapter 101

His father, hatless, and wearing a rough tweed overcoat, came along the terrace from the library window. They shook hands with an inarticulate but smiling shyness. The chauffeur dealt with Lance’s suit-case, while father and son walked back towards the library window. “I thought—the Venerable—might be with you.” His father’s voice had a note of diffidence. “Yes. He was pleased, pater—but he thought——” “I see. You and I.” “Yes.” As they turned to enter the French window, Probyn’s hand rested lightly on his son’s sho…