She was sure of him.

That satisfied her.

Sometimes, like a simple woman who has come into a set of pearls, she would, as it were, take him out of his drawer and look at him, and put him back.
At the gate he hesitated whether to turn to the left, towards High Street, or to the right, towards Oxford Road.

He chose the right, but he would have enjoyed himself equally had he chosen the left.

The streets through which he passed were populated by domestic servants and tradesmen's boys.