It's rather a clearance, isn't it?
However, there are some left, and I expect others will come back in time.

Pitherby is here; he's one of those who are trying to make the best of things under the new regime." "He would be," said Yeovil, shortly.
"It's a difficult question," said Cicely, "whether one should stay at home and face the music or go away and live a transplanted life under the British flag.

Either attitude might be dictated by patriotism." "It is one thing to face the music, it is another thing to dance to it," said Yeovil.
Cicely poured out some more coffee for herself and changed the conversation.
"You'll be in to lunch, I suppose?
The Clubs are not very attractive just now, I believe, and the restaurants are mostly hot in the middle of the day.

Ronnie Storre is coming in; he's here pretty often these days.
A rather good-looking young animal with something mid-way between talent and genius in the piano-playing line." "Not long-haired and Semetic or Tcheque or anything of that sort, I suppose ?" asked Yeovil.
Cicely laughed at the vision of Ronnie conjured up by her husband's words.
"No, beautifully groomed and clipped and Anglo-Saxon.

I expect you'll like him.