He saw that he had completely regained his health, his clear eyes and ruddy skin and the spring with which he moved denoting a man in perfect physical condition.
He discovered, too, that he was extremely well dressed and his costume all that it should be--especially the plum-colored coat, which fitted his shoulders to perfection; his linen of the whitest and finest, each ruffle in flutes; the waist-coat embroidered in silk; the pumps of the proper shape and the stockings all that could be desired--except perhaps--and a grim smile crossed his face--that the silk scarf was a shade out of key with the prevailing color of his make-up, particularly his hair; but, then, that was to be expected of a man who had a slight flaw in his ancestry.

He wondered if she had noticed it and studied her face for an answer.

No! She had not noticed it.

In fact there were very many things she was overlooking in these last days of his wooing, he thought to himself.
Suddenly he became occupied with Kate's beauty.

He thought he had never seen her so bewitching or in such good spirits.