Sitting rather forward upon the sofa, his legs crossed, nursing one blue serge trousered knee with locked hands, his glance travelled thoughtfully over the quiet, low-toned room and its varied contents.

Later, sought the window opposite, and ranged across the garden and terrace walk, with its incident of small ancient cannon, to the long ridge of the Bar--rising, bleached, wind-swept, and notably deserted under the colourless sunshine, beyond the dark waters of the tide river which raced tumultuously seaward in flood.
Seen thus in repose--and repose is a terrible tell-tale,--the lines of the young man's face and figure remained firm, gracefully angular and definite.

No hint of slackness or sloppiness marred their effect.

The same might be said of his clothes, which though of ordinary regulation colour and cut--plus neat black tie and stiff-fronted white shirt, collar, and wristbands--possessed style, and that farthest from the cheap or flashy.

Only the gold bangle challenged Damaris' taste as touching on florid; but its existence she condoned in face of its wearer's hazardous and inherently romantic calling.