Come in.

You must be hungry after your walk." A manservant held the door open, and they all went in.

That magic sun shone on the silver of the breakfast-table, and lit up the otherwise heavy room.

Mrs.Lessing swung the cover of a silver dish and the eggs slipped in to boil.

She touched a button on the table and sat down, just as Mr.Lessing came rather ponderously forward with a folded newspaper in his hand.
"Morning, Graham," he said.