A bony face, with a high narrow forehead and steel-blue inexpressive eyes, suggested a barrenness of mind.
"It gave me trouble during the winter," replied Sutch.

"But that was to be expected." General Feversham nodded, and for a little while both men were silent.

From the terrace the ground fell steeply to a wide level plain of brown earth and emerald fields and dark clumps of trees.

From this plain voices rose through the sunshine, small but very clear.

Far away toward Horsham a coil of white smoke from a train snaked rapidly in and out amongst the trees; and on the horizon rose the Downs, patched with white chalk.
"I thought that I should find you here," said Sutch.
"It was my wife's favourite corner," answered Feversham in a quite emotionless voice.