It was a quiet hour in the house, and he might have been supposed to be a man entirely at peace.
Mr.Lanley, coming in about an hour later, certainly imagined he was rousing an invalid from a refreshing rest.

He tried to retreat, but found Vincent's black eyes were on him.
"I'm sorry to disturb you," he said.

"Just wanted to see Adelaide." "Adelaide has a headache." Life was taking so many wrong turnings that Mr.Lanley had grown apprehensive.

He suddenly remembered how many headaches Adelaide had had just before he knew of her troubles with Severance.
"A headache ?" he said nervously.
"Nothing serious." Vincent looked more closely at his father-in-law.

"You yourself don't look just the thing, sir." Mr.Lanley sat down more limply than was his custom.
"I'm getting to an age," he said, "when I can't stand scenes.