My grandfather and grandmother sat side by side at the round table, and now and again they looked at each other like people who were absorbed in grave anxieties to the exclusion of what went on about them.
I thought that my grandfather had, all of a sudden, begun to show his age.

He was not so far from eighty, but hitherto he had been hale and active, so that one would have credited him with many years less.

But now he seemed shaky and tremulous, as my grandmother had been last night.

His blue eyes had a film of trouble over them, as I remembered to have seen them when I was a child and there was the trouble about Uncle Luke.

I had noticed it then with a childish wonder, although I had forgotten about it till now.
After breakfast he went out to the garden with my grandmother and walked up and down with her on the terrace in the sun.
"I am going to see if they will not tell me, Bawn," my godmother said presently, standing up.