In the smile with which he met Mr.Wyvern a supercilious frame of mind was not altogether concealed; he seemed anxious to have it understood that in _him_ the clerical attire inspired nothing whatever of superstitious reverence.
Reverence, in truth, was not Mr.Waltham's failing.
Mr.Wyvern, as his habit was at introductions, spoke no words, but held the youth's hand for a few moments and looked him in the eyes.

Alfred turned his head aside uneasily, and was a trifle ruddy in the cheeks when at length he regained his liberty.
'By-the-by,' he remarked to his mother when he had seated himself, with crossed legs, 'Eldon has turned up at last.

He passed us in a cab, or so Adela said.

I didn't catch a glimpse of the individual.' 'Really!' exclaimed Mrs.Waltham.

'He was coming from Agworth station ?' 'I suppose so.