Winston Churchill, The Inside of the Cup — Volume 01
“ On the occasion of Sunday dinner, when they surrounded her, her heart was filled to overflowing.The autumn sunlight, reddened somewhat by the slight haze of smoke, poured in at the high windows of the dining-room, glinted on the silver, and was split into bewildering colors by the prisms of the chandelier. Many precious extra leaves were inserted under the white cloth, and Mrs. Waring's eyes were often dimmed with happiness as she glanced along the ranks on either side until they rested on the man with whom she had chosen to pass her life. ”
