If you will wait a moment--" He rang a bell and Gavin entered, carrying two small glasses, a bottle, and some biscuits.

When he went out, Cartwright turned the bottle so Mrs.Seaton could see the label.
"Climbing our stairs is a fag," he said, and filled the glasses.
Mrs.Seaton smiled and took hers.

Cartwright saw her rings sparkle and the gleam of her regular, white teeth.

The reflection from the grate touched her hair and it shone a smooth golden-brown.

He admitted with amusement that Ellen was nearly as attractive as he had thought her thirty years since.
"This is like old times, Tom," she said.