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After that telephone conversation, Stephen lay back on the window-seat in the drawing-room, gazing out, seeing nothing, neither the cathedral spire against the clouds nor the reflections of the room's lights in the murk outside. He was thinking, not at all of Mark, but of how to get the evening over and to finish with what he had to do.
It came almost as a surprise, something he had forgotten, an interruption that was irrelevant and irksome, when Mark came into the room. His face was radiant.