He had been about to rise, but her decided approach caused him to remain on the seat.

He had not looked much at her that evening.

He had not that freedom of gaze acquired by the habit of society and the frequent meetings with strangers.

It was not shyness, but the reserve of a man not used to the world and to the practice of covert staring, with careless curiosity.

All he had captured by his first, keen, instantly lowered, glance was the impression that her hair was magnificently red and her eyes very black.