He remained blocking half the doorway, with his back to the room, and was still there when Davidson, after sitting still for a while, rose to go.

At the noise he made Schomberg turned his head, watched him lift his hat to Mrs.
Schomberg and receive her wooden bow accompanied by a stupid grin, and then looked away.

He was loftily dignified.

Davidson stopped at the door, deep in his simplicity.
"I am sorry you won't tell me anything about my friend's absence," he said.

"My friend Heyst, you know.