Here was one who seemed to see, and was yet too sleepy to perceive.

Mrs.St.Pierre Lawrence was not always sure of her banker, but now, as ever before, one glance at his round, heavy face reassured her.

She laughed and went away, well satisfied with the knowledge, only given to women, of having once more carried out her object with the completeness which is known as twisting round the little finger.
She nodded to Turner, who had ponderously risen from the chair which was more comfortable than the client's seat, and held the door open for her to pass.

He glanced at the clock as he did so.

And she knew that he was thinking that it was nearly the luncheon hour, so transparent to the feminine perception are the thoughts of men.
When he had closed the door he returned to his writing-table.