Evan looked this way and that over his shoulder; imperturbable yet supple; and sometimes sighed.

It was strange.

For they were English people come together in Athens on a May evening.

Jacob, helping himself to this and that, answered intelligently, yet with a ring in his voice.
The Williamses were going to Constantinople early next morning, they said.
"Before you are up," said Sandra.
They would leave Jacob alone, then.

Turning very slightly, Evan ordered something--a bottle of wine--from which he helped Jacob, with a kind of solicitude, with a kind of paternal solicitude, if that were possible.
To be left alone--that was good for a young fellow.