It's a busy world, and there's much to be done." Muriel studied him as they walked back along the terrace.

He wore no hat, and she liked the way he held his head and his light, springy step, though she smiled as she noted that he pulled himself up to keep pace with her.

It was obvious that he was not used to moving leisurely.

Then his figure, although spare, was well proportioned, and his rather thin face was frank.

He had what she called a fined-down look, but concentrated effort of mind and body had given him a hint of distinction.