He sat down in a chair, and stretched out his legs, with an air of being at home.
Percval quickly helped him into a chair, where he became limp.
"I knew he'd plunge," he said, taking the chair proffered him, near Shepler's desk.
His shoulders over-flowed the back of his chair, which creaked whenever he moved.
Grace sprang from her chair and began slipping into her wraps.