“There you are, Dr. Foster,” she said. “Go into the dining room and help yourself to wine and finger food.”
“Thank you,” he said.
In the dining room, William poured each of them a glass of wine, and they filled their small plates with cheese, crackers, and other goodies. William, Henry, and their fathers were standing by the serving table with two well-tended women, whom he presumed to be the Lanes’ mothers. Henry introduced Tom and Noah to his mother and his aunt. They made small talk with the two women for a few minutes, then began to work the room, talking with various people who were there. As it turned out, most of those present were either members of the vestry or involved in some manner with the day-to-day administration of the church.
They’d just worked their way back to where Mrs. Lane was sitting in a wingback chair when Noah said, “Tom, do you mind if I go back to our room?”
“Why?”
“All of a sudden, I don’t feel so hot.”
“What’s the matter?”