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.