However, I am glad to find you looking--so very fit." Victor Durnovo gave an awkward little laugh, extremely conscious of the factory clothes.
"Oh, yes; I'm all right," he said.

"I was going to start this evening." The girl stood behind them, with a flush slowly fading from her face.
There are some women who become suddenly beautiful--not by the glory of a beautiful thought, not by the exaltation of a lofty virtue, but by the mere practical human flush.

Jack Meredith, when he took his eyes from Durnovo's, glancing at Jocelyn, suddenly became aware of the presence of a beautiful woman.
The crisis was past; and if Jack knew it, so also did Jocelyn.

She knew that the imperturbable gentlemanliness of the Englishman had conveyed to the more passionate West Indian the simple, downright fact that in a lady's drawing-room there was to be no raised voice, no itching fingers, no flash of fiery eyes.
"Yes," he said, "that will suit me splendidly.

We will travel together." He turned to Jocelyn.
"I hear your brother is away ?" "Yes, for a few days.