He noticed the amazing length of her dark lashes, but the violet eyes behind them did not smile back at him.

The tranquillity of their gaze was disconcerting.

It was as if she had not quite made up her mind about him yet and was still trying to classify him in the museum of things she had known.
"He should have awakened me," Kent went on, trying to keep himself from slipping once more.

"It isn't polite to keep a young lady waiting two hours!" This time the blue eyes made him feel that his smile was a maudlin grin.
"Yes--you are different." She spoke softly, as if expressing the thought to herself.

"That is what I came to find out, if you were different.