She decided, however, to postpone the announcement of Tony's dismissal; tomorrow mountain-climbing might look less alluring.
Dinner over, Mr.Wilder with a tired if satisfied sigh, dropped into a chair to finish his reading of the London _Times_.

He no longer skimmed his paper lightly as in the days when papers were to be had hot at any hour.

He read it carefully, painstakingly, from the first advertisement to the last obituary; and he laid it down in the end with a disappointed sigh that there were not more residential properties for hire, that the day's death list was so meager.
Miss Hazel settled herself to her knitting.

She was making a rain-bow shawl of seven colors and an intricate pattern, and she had to count her stitches; conversation was impossible.

Constance, vaguely restless, picked up a book and laid it down, and finally sauntered out to the terrace with no thought in the world but to see the moon rise over the mountains.
As she approached the parapet she became aware that someone was lounging on the water-steps smoking a cigarette.