His smooth, clean-cut face attracted her.

His grey eyes were the most piercingly direct that she had ever encountered.
"My little cousin, Miss Wyndham," said Jack.

"Chris, this is the greatest newspaper man of the age.

Join us, Mordaunt, won't you?
I wish you had come up sooner.

Where were you hiding ?" Mordaunt smiled a little as he took a vacant chair by Chris's side.