[Henry's sharp brown eyes miss nothing, but as always he keeps his observations close, and they are unreflective in his pleasant, genuinely concerned smile.]

Mr Matthews, yes—or Toby, if you like. [The briefest of pauses.] Your affairs are and always have been your business, dear boy, so suffice it to say that I hope the reunion was a happy one.

[The interrogative upward inflection on the end is only just audible. You might think you imagined it.]