She had the look, the tones, of one bent on enjoying herself, of one who habitually pursued pleasure, and that in its most urban forms.
Her companion had a voice of thinner quality, of higher note, which proclaimed a subordinate character.

It sounded, moreover, with the London accent, while Eve's struck a more familiar note to the man of the Midlands.

Eve seemed to be the elder of the two; it could not be thought for a moment that her will was guided by that of the more trivial girl.
Eve Madeley--the meek, the melancholy, the long-suffering, the pious--what did it all mean?
Utterly bewildered, the young man walked on without thought of direction, and rambled dreamily about the streets for an hour or two.
He could not make up his mind whether or not to fulfil the promise of calling to see Miss Madeley to-morrow morning.

At one moment he regretted having taken lodgings in Gower Place; at another he determined to make use of his advantage, and play the spy upon Eve's movements without scruple.

The interest she had hitherto excited in him was faint indeed compared with emotions such as this first glimpse of her had kindled and fanned.