His quiet deliberate movements awed her as he intended they should.

She glanced first at him writing, then at the gold watch on the table between them, the hours of which were marked on the half-hunting face by alternate diamonds and rubies, each stone being the memorial of a past success in shooting-matches.

The watch impressed her; to her practised eye it meant a very large sum of money, and she knew the power of money; but the cool, unconcerned manner of this tall, keen-eyed Englishman impressed her still more.

As she looked at him he ceased writing, got out a check, and began to fill it in.
"What Christian name ?" he asked, suddenly.
"Ellen," she replied, taken aback.
"Payable to order or bearer ?" "Bearer," she said, confused by the way he took her decision for granted.
"Now," he said, authoritatively, "sign your name there;" and he pushed the form he had drawn up towards her.

"I am sorry I cannot offer you a better pen." She took the pen mechanically and signed her name--_Ellen Carroll_.
Charles's light eyes gave a flash as she did it.
"Manner is everything," he said to himself.