The man had saluted her, going to his death; the austere inclination that I had seen had been the salutation of such a man.
I was so moved by one thing and another that I hardly noticed that Gurnard had come into the room.

I had not seen him since the night when he had dined with the Duc de Mersch at Churchill's, but he seemed so part of the emotion, of the frame of mind, that he slid noiselessly into the scene and hardly surprised me.

I was called out of the room--someone desired to see me, and I passed, without any transition of feeling, into the presence of an entire stranger--a man who remains a voice to me.

He began to talk to me about the state of my aunt's health.
He said she was breaking up; that he begged respectfully to urge that I would use my influence to take her back to London to consult Sir James--I, perhaps, living in the house and not having known my aunt for very long, might not see; but he ...

He was my aunt's solicitor.