He had wrestled against odds.
After a moment or two he turned his eyes unexpectedly to hers.

It was a somewhat disconcerting habit of his.
"A satisfactory result, I hope ?" he said.
She did not look away.

"I don't consider myself a good character reader," she said.

"But you are certainly not so much like Guy as I thought at first sight." "Thank you," he said.

"I must confess I prefer to be like myself." She laughed a little.