Lillian

The dim, warm light in the library illuminated the mahogany table, Lillian was sitting in a chair and reading a book, you were sitting in his office and were also in a chair near the window, it was raining outside, drops were running down the glass like hail and as soon as you looked up from the book and looked at Lillian, you saw his distant gaze, it was immediately obvious that he was deeply thinking about something.