Somehow the impression the young woman had left upon him in those few moments was not a pleasant one.

He could not clearly analyse this result, yet she was either acting a part to conceal her true emotions, or else she was really indifferent.
It was not until the following day that reason began to reassert itself, and he succeeded in marshalling the facts of the case more clearly in his own mind.

He even began to doubt and question his own testimony, yet, before he reached any real conclusion, one of the Club servants approached his chair.
"Captain West, there is a man out here asking to see you." "A man! Where ?" "I had him wait in the anteroom, sir.

He would give no name, and seems to be of the working class; so I thought I better tell you first, sir." "Very well, Mapes.

I'll soon find out what he wants." It was Sexton, twirling his hat nervously in his hands, and still standing irresolutely in the middle of the floor.