Perhaps he is.

He's Miss Barfoot's cousin, you know.' 'You haven't seen him more than once before ?' 'No.

Why do you ask ?' 'Oh, it was only that he seemed to speak as if you were old acquaintances.' 'That's his way, I suppose.' Monica had already learnt that the jealousy which Widdowson so often betrayed before their manage still lurked in his mind.

Perceiving why he put these questions, she could not look entirely unconcerned, and the sense of his eye being upon her caused her some annoyance.
'You talked to him, didn't you ?' she said, changing her position in the deep chair.
'Oh, the kind of talk that is possible with a perfect stranger.

I suppose he is in some profession ?' 'I really don't know.