His father, to whom he was an incarnation of bother, likewise nodded to him and gave him a finger.
Duty done, Harry looked round him for pleasure, and observed nothing but glum faces.

Even the face of John Raikes was, heavy.

He had been hovering about the Duke and Miss Current for an hour, hoping the Countess would come and give him a promised introduction.

The Countess stirred not from above, and Jack drifted from group to group on the lawn, and grew conscious that wherever he went he brought silence with him.

His isolation made him humble, and when Harry shook his hand, and said he remembered Fallow field and the fun there, Mr.Raikes thanked him.
Harry made his way to join his friend Ferdinand, and furnished him with the latest London news not likely to appear in the papers.