A man whose eyes suggested dark almonds need not cover himself with jewellery and adorn himself in naming colours, Margaret thought; and she resented his way of dressing, much more than ever before.

Lady Maud had called him exotic, and Margaret could not forget that.

By 'exotic' she was sure that her friend meant something like vulgar, though Lady Maud said she liked him.
But the events that happened at Craythew on Sunday evening threw such insignificant details as these into the shade, and brought out the true character of the chief actors, amongst whom Margaret very unexpectedly found herself.
It was late in the afternoon after a really cloudless June day, and she had been for a long ramble in the park with Lord Creedmore, who had talked to her about her father and the old Oxford days, till all her present life seemed to be a mere dream; and she could not realise, as she went up to her room, that she was to go back to London on the morrow, to the theatre, to rehearsals, to Pompeo Stromboli, Schreiermeyer, and the public.
She met Logotheti in the gallery that ran round two sides of the hall, and they both stopped and leaned over the balustrade to talk a little.
'It has been very pleasant,' she said thoughtfully.

'I'm sorry it's over so soon.' 'Whenever you are inclined to lead this sort of life,' Logotheti answered with a laugh, 'you need only drop me a line.

You shall have a beautiful old house and a big park and a perfect colonnade of respectabilities--and I'll promise not to be a bore.' Margaret looked at him earnestly for some seconds, and then asked a very unexpected and frivolous question, because she simply could not help it.
'Where did you get that tie ?' The question was strongly emphasised, for it meant much more to her just then than he could possibly have guessed; perhaps it meant something which was affecting her whole life.