The servant nodded and hurriedly walked off.
John Fame's face looked rather pale, he didn't say a word, he just ate his breakfast silently, occasionally glancing over the morning newspaper by his side.
From time to time, Skye Turner would make some remarks, trying to elicit a response from him. However, all John Fame did was to nod, or give a noncommittal reply.
The atmosphere was flat and waveless.
A servant, holding a jar of honey, walked quickly from one side of the dining room, her head bowed and her pace hurried.
Skye Turner glanced at the servant, then withdrew her gaze, not saying a word.
John Fame put down his newspaper and was sipping his coffee when he noticed the servant out of the corner of his eye. In a deep voice, he asked, "What's the matter? Why the rush? What are you carrying there?"
The servant paused, halting her steps.
The Butler also paused, letting out a silent sigh, a somewhat distruight expression on his face.
