She looked him all over until it seemed to her that he must protest.
He was a man of forty perhaps; and here there were lines round his eyes, and there curious clefts in his cheeks.

Slightly battered he appeared, but dogged and in the prime of life.
"Sisters and a dormouse and some canaries," Rachel murmured, never taking her eyes off him.

"I wonder, I wonder" she ceased, her chin upon her hand, still looking at him.

A bell chimed behind them, and Richard raised his head.

Then he opened his eyes which wore for a second the queer look of a shortsighted person's whose spectacles are lost.