They sat at her feet.
They were like disciples.

It was very curious.

Of Fyne they took but scanty notice.

As to myself I was made to feel that I did not exist.
After tea we would sit down to chess and then Fyne's everlasting gravity became faintly tinged by an attenuated gleam of something inward which resembled sly satisfaction.

Of the divine frivolity of laughter he was only capable over a chess-board.