To Dewes' eyes, nestling as it did beneath the great grass Downs, it had a most homelike look of comfort.
Sybil turned with a finger on her lips.
"Keep this side of the window," she whispered, "or your shadow will fall across the floor." Standing aside as she bade him, he looked into the room.

He saw a boy seated at a table with his head between his hands, immersed in a book which lay before him.

He was seated with his side towards the window and his hands concealed his face.

But in a moment he removed one hand and turned the page.

Colonel Dewes could now see the profile of his face.