"I begin to think it is," he said.

"Have you finished?
Suppose we go." He gathered up the sheaf of papers at his elbow and rose.

"I will attend to these at once." Eustace strode down the long room looking neither to right nor left, moving with a free, British arrogance that served to emphasize somewhat cruelly the meagreness and infirmity of the man behind him.

Yet it was upon the latter's slight, halting figure that Dinah's eyes dwelt till it finally limped out of sight, and in her look were wonder and a vagrant admiration.

There was an undeniable attraction about Scott that affected her very curiously, but wherein it lay she could not possibly have said.
She was furious when a murmured comment and laugh from some girls at the next table reached her.
"What a dear little lap-dog!" said one.
"Yes, I've been wanting to pat its head for a long time," said another.
"Warranted not to bite," laughed a third.