Mr. Tulkinghorn with his usual leisurely ease advances, renders his passing homage to my Lady, shakes Sir Leicester's hand, and subsides into the chair proper to him when he has anything to communicate, on the opposite side of the Baronet's little newspaper-table. 
Mr. Tulkinghorn with his usual leisurely ease advances, bows to my Lady, shakes Sir Leicester's hand, and subsides into the chair opposite the Baronet's newspaper-table. 