Voldemort: [after the Death Eaters have Apparated to the graveyard] Welcome, my friends. Thirteen years it's been, and yet, here you stand as if it were only yesterday. I confess myself... disappointed. Not one of you tried to find me...
[running around and angrily ripping masks off several followers]
Voldemort: Crabbe! Macnair! Goyle! Not even you, Lucius.
Lucius Malfoy: [sinking to the ground] My Lord, had I detected any sign... a whisper of your whereabouts...
Voldemort: Oh there were signs, my slippery friend, and more than whispers.
Lucius Malfoy: I assure you, my Lord, I have never renounced the old ways. The face I have been obliged to present since your... absence...
[removes his hood]
Lucius Malfoy: That is my true mask.