"Dress!" said he.

"My other suit is, if anything, less presentable than this; and they're all I've got, except the frock--and I'm miserable in that." Arthur felt like apologizing for having thus unwittingly brought out young Hargrave's poverty.

"You look all right," said he.
"Thanks," said Dory dryly, his eyes laughing at Arthur.
And, as a matter of fact, though Arthur had not been sincere, Dory did look "all right." It would have been hard for any drapery not to have set well on that strong, lithe figure.

And his face--especially the eyes--was so compelling that he would have had to be most elaborately overdressed to distract attention from what he was to what he wore.
On the way to the Rangers, he let Arthur do the talking; and if Arthur had been noticing he would have realized that Dory was not listening, but was busy with his own thoughts.

Also Arthur would have noticed that, as they came round from the stables to the steps at the end of the front veranda, and as Dory caught sight of Adelaide, half-reclining in the hammock and playing with Simeon, his eyes looked as if he had been suddenly brought from the darkness into the light.
"Here's Dory Hargrave, Del," cried Arthur, and went on into the house, leaving them facing each other.
"So glad you've come," said Adelaide, her tone and manner at their friendliest.
But as she faced his penetrating eyes, her composure became less assured.
He looked straight at her until her eyes dropped--this while they were shaking hands.