He saw the nape of her white neck, and the fine hair lifted from it.

She rose, looking at him indifferently.

To shake hands she lifted her arm straight, in a manner that seemed at once to keep him at a distance, and yet to fling something to him.

He noticed how her breasts swelled inside her blouse, and how her shoulder curved handsomely under the thin muslin at the top of her arm.
"You have chosen a fine day," he said.
"It happens so," she said.
"Yes," he said; "I am glad." She sat down, not thanking him for his politeness.
"What have you been doing all morning ?" asked Paul of Miriam.
"Well, you see," said Miriam, coughing huskily, "Clara only came with father--and so--she's not been here very long." Clara sat leaning on the table, holding aloof.

He noticed her hands were large, but well kept.