Sir Lawrence glanced sideways at a young man so bitter.

Sir Lawrence began twisting at an eyebrow, always a sign that he had reached decision.

Sir Lawrence stood looking after him, impressed by his look of suffering.

Sir Lawrence raised one high thin shoulder as if in protection.

Sir Lawrence looked at the ears, as if to gauge their length.

He found Sir Lawrence about to lunch, and they sat down together.

Sir Lawrence gazed at a bird with a long red bill.

Sir Lawrence was glad to hear that they were still awake.

Sir Lawrence's lively eyes came to rest on her face.

Sir Lawrence, before the fire with a book he was not reading, looked up.