He took Mrs.Waltham's hand silently, fixed upon her the full orbs of his dark eyes, and then, whilst still retaining her fingers, looked thoughtfully about the room.
It was a pleasant little parlour, with many an evidence of refinement in those who occupied it.

Mr.Wyvern showed something like a look of satisfaction.

He seated himself, and the chair creaked ominously beneath him.

Then he again scrutinised Mrs.Waltham.
She was a lady of fair complexion, with a double chin.

Her dress suggested elegant tastes, and her hand was as smooth and delicate as a lady's should be.