No sooner had she passed the turnstile than a man stepped forward, saluting her in form.
Eve shook hands with him, and they walked on.
Uncontrollable wrath seized on Hilliard and shook him from head to foot.

A meeting of this kind was precisely what he had foreseen, and he resented it violently.
Eve's acquaintance had the external attributes of a gentleman.

One could not easily imagine him a clerk or a shop-assistant smartened up for the occasion.

He was plain of feature, but wore a pleasant, honest look, and his demeanour to the girl showed not only good breeding but unmistakable interest of the warmest kind.

His age might perhaps be thirty; he was dressed well, and in all respects conventionally.
In Eve's behaviour there appeared a very noticeable reserve; she rarely turned her face to him while he spoke, and seemed to make only the briefest remarks.