Ay, ay, said Phineas, nodding his head to Simeon thou seest, Simeon, how it will work.

We were with a group of chefs, who came from social services, they didn't understand sign language, they didn't even know it they communicated through mime.

It looked as if he was stretching out for his usual evening snooze, but the heavy nodding of his head, which looked as if it was without support, showed that he was not sleeping at all.

I had come to the conclusion that he had dropped asleep, and indeed was nodding myself, when he suddenly sprang out of his chair with the gesture of a man who has made up his mind and put his pipe down upon the mantelpiece.