If he caught an occasional glimpse of dainty blue and white fabrics, he made no demonstration of interest or acknowledgment.

It was quite apparent that he was lazily surveying the chateau, puffing with consistent ease at the cigarette which drooped from his lips.

His long figure was attired in light grey flannels; one could not see the stripe at that distance, yet one could not help feeling that it existed--a slim black stripe, if any one should have asked.
"Quite at home," murmured her ladyship, which was enough to show that she excused the intruder on the ground that he was an American.
"Mr.Britt was right," said Mrs.Browne irrelevantly.

She was peering at the stranger through the binoculars.

"He is _very_ good-looking." "And you from Boston, too," scoffed Lady Deppingham.