A silent servant appeared, buffed the spots with a cloth, and slid away.

A silent servant met me, managed not to blink more than once at the ruin of my face.

A silent servant stood waiting for them, a tall thin man, the cliché of a butler.

She left the bathroom and entered the bedroom The silent, invisible servants had struck again.

One of the silent servants stood in the hall, and he gestured them to follow him.

One of the silent servants stared at them.

Then he departed, and presently his yellow-faced, silent servants brought me my food.

I looked at the servant, slim and silent in the darkness.

For the next seven decades the military was its silent servant.

A silent human servant appeared, bowed deeply, and gestured for her to follow.