“The admiral did not invite Ivan to sit, so Ivan took up a prudent sort-of parade rest and waited. Someone would tell him what was going on shortly; they always did, however little he wanted to know.”

Source: Vorkosigan Saga, Captain Vorpatril's Alliance (2012), Chapter 15 (p. 319)

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