He became restless: then he forgot all collateral subjects in the pleasure of thinking about her.
Yet it must be said that Knight loved philosophically rather than with romance.
He thought of her manner towards him.

Simplicity verges on coquetry.

Was she flirting?
he said to himself.

No forcible translation of favour into suspicion was able to uphold such a theory.

The performance had been too well done to be anything but real.