Explore "What Will He Do With It? Book XI" by Edward Bulwer-lytton on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Very lamely, very feebly, declining Lionel's arm, and leaning heavily on his crutch-stick, Waife crossed the threshold of the Manor-house. George sprang forward to welcome him. The old man looked on the preacher's face with a kind of wandering uncertainty in his eye, and George saw that his cheek was very much flushed. He limped on through the hall, still leaning on his staff, George and Lionel at either side. A pace or two, and there stood Darrell! Did he, the host, not spring forward to offer an arm, to extend a hand? No; such greeting in Darrell would have been but vulgar courtesy. As the old man's eye rested on him, the superb gentleman bowed low -- bowed as we bow to kings!
They entered the library. Darrell made a sign to George and Lionel. They understood the sign, and left visitor and host alone.