It was half an hour, or possibly three-quarters, before everything had been found, and Lorimer was already waiting in Jermyn Street with the inevitable baskets, whilst my uncle stood in the open door of his house, clad in his long fawn-coloured driving-coat, with no sign upon his calm pale face of the tumult of impatience which must, I was sure, be raging within.
Lorimer attendait déjà dans Jermyn Street avec les inévitables paniers pendant que mon oncle restait debout dans l'embrasure de la porte ouverte, vêtu de son grand habit de cheval couleur faon. Sa figure pâle était d'un calme impassible et ne laissait rien voir des émotions tumultueuses qui se livraient bataille dans son âme.