And she remembered the interesting moment in the omnibus when that attractive-looking man had got out so hastily.
There was no danger whatever from Mrs.Tallents Smallpeace feeling anything.

The circle in which she moved did not now talk scandal, or, indeed, allude to matters of that sort without deep sympathy; and in the second place she was really far too good a fellow, with far too dear a love of life, to interfere with anybody else's love of it.

At the same time it was interesting.
"That little model, now," she said, "what about her ?" "Is that the girl I saw ?" broke in Mr.Purcey, with his accustomed shrewdness.
Stephen gave him the look with which he was accustomed to curdle the blood of persons who gave evidence before Commissions.
'This fellow is impossible,' he thought.
The little black bees flying below Mrs.Tallents Smallpeace's dark hair, done in the Early Italian fashion, tranquilly sucked honey from Stephen's face.
"She seemed to me," she answered, "such a very likely type." "Ah!" murmured Stephen, "there would be, I suppose, a danger---" And he looked angrily at Cecilia.
Without ceasing to converse with Mr.Purcey and Signor Egregio Pozzi, she moved her left eye upwards.

Mrs.Tallents Smallpeace understood this to mean: 'Be frank, and guarded!' Stephen, however, interpreted it otherwise.

To him it signified: 'What the deuce do you look at me for ?' And he felt justly hurt.