And here he was, right up in front of them, and not turning a hair.
This reflection permitted something of the contemptuous to show in the random glances with which he swept the dancers?
He could not look at them steadily, not when they were close, as they often were.

Also, he loathed the cigarette he was smoking.

The tolerant scorn for the Gashwilers and his feeling for the cigarette brought him again into favourable notice.

He heard Henshaw, but did not look up.
"Get another flash here, Paul.

He's rather a good little bit." Henshaw now stood beside him.