Mr. Butterbur had at any rate
not changed his manner of talking,
and still seemed to live
in his old breathless bustle.
And yet there was hardly anybody about,
and all was quiet;
from the Common Room
there came a low murmur of
no more than two or three voices.
And seen closer in the light of two candles
that he lit and carried before them
the landlord’s face looked
rather wrinkled and careworn.