Here comes the man who persuades me!--my own partner--" Selwyn looked up to see Fane approaching; and instantly a dark flush overspread his face.
"You know George Fane, don't you ?" continued Harmon easily; "well, that's odd; I thought, of course--Captain Selwyn, Mr.Fane.

It's not usual--but it's done." They exchanged formalities--dry and brief on Selwyn's part, gracefully urbane on Fane's.
"I've heard so pleasantly of you from Gerald Erroll," he said, "and of course our people have always been on cordial terms.

Neither Mrs.Fane nor I was fortunate enough to meet you last Tuesday at the Gerards--such a crush, you know.

Are you not joining us, Captain Selwyn ?" as the servant appeared to take orders.
Selwyn declined again, glancing at Harmon--a large-framed, bony young man with blond, closely trimmed and pointed beard, and the fair colour of a Swede.

He had the high, flat cheek-bones of one, too; and a thicket of corn-tinted hair, which was usually damp at the ends, and curled flat against his forehead.