Код да Винчи

Chapter 54

           Thepathwaytothemainentrancewashand-laidcobblestone.Itcurvedtoadoorofcarvedoakandcherrywithabrassknockerthesizeofagrapefruit.BeforeSophiecouldgrasptheknocker,thedoorswungopenfromwithin.

           Aprimandelegantbutlerstoodbeforethem,makingfinaladjustmentsonthewhitetieandtuxedohehadapparentlyjustdonned.Helookedtobeaboutfifty,withrefinedfeaturesandanaustereexpressionthatleftlittledoubthewasunamusedbytheirpresencehere.

           «SirLeighwillbedownpresently,»hedeclared,hisaccentthickFrench.«Heisdressing.Heprefersnottogreetvisitorswhilewearingonlyanightshirt.MayItakeyourcoat?»Hescowledatthebunched-uptweedinLangdon’sarms.«Thankyou,I’mfine.»«Ofcourseyouare.Rightthisway,please.»

           Thebutlerguidedthemthroughalushmarblefoyerintoanexquisitelyadorneddrawingroom,softlylitbytassel-drapedVictorianlamps.Theairinsidesmelledantediluvian,regalsomehow,withtracesofpipetobacco,tealeaves,cookingsherry,andtheearthenaromaofstonearchitecture.Againstthefarwall,flankedbetweentwoglisteningsuitsofchainmailarmor,wasarough-hewnfireplacelargeenoughtoroastanox.Walkingtothehearth,thebutlerkneltandtouchedamatchtoapre-laidarrangementofoaklogsandkindling.Afirequicklycrackledtolife.

           Themanstood,straighteninghisjacket.«Hismasterrequeststhatyoumakeyourselvesathome.»Withthat,hedeparted,leavingLangdonandSophiealone.

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