He wore a suit which confidently challenged the criticism of experts, and the silk socks visible above his shoes might have been selected by the most fastidious of worldlings.
When he had sat there for some minutes, his eyes happened to stray towards Miss Moxey, who was just then without a companion.

Her glance answered to his, and a smile of invitation left him no choice but to rise and go to a seat beside her.
'You are meditative this evening,' she said, in a voice subdued below its ordinary note.
'Not very fit for society, to tell the truth,' Godwin answered, carelessly.

'One has such moods, you know.

But how would you take it if, at the last moment, I sent a telegram, "Please excuse me.

Don't feel able to talk" ?' 'You don't suppose I should be offended ?' 'Certainly you would.' 'Then you know less of me than I thought.' Her eyes wandered about the room, their smile betokening an uneasy self-consciousness.
'Christian tells me,' she continued, 'that you are going to take your holiday in Cornwall.' 'I thought of it.