Yet when Conway communicated his news, Drake never so much as moved his head in her direction.

The three blows of the mallet had just sounded from behind the curtain and he sat upright in his seat, his face fixed towards the stage.

Clarice bit her lips and frowned.
'Don't be alarmed.

He is really quite interested in you.' She looked up.
Fielding was standing just behind her shoulder.

'He asked me quite often what you were like.' 'I don't understand you,' said she loftily; and then, 'He might be a schoolboy at his first pantomime.' 'He gives that kind of impression, I believe, in everything he does.' Miss Le Mesurier had not made the remark in order to elicit eulogy.
'He looks old, though,' she said, and her voice defied Fielding to contradict her.
'Responsibility writes with the cyphers of age,' he quoted solemnly.