She had not intended to risk anything, and so was prepared when Mr.Davies himself approached her courteously.

Instinctively Constance distrusted him.

He was too cordial, too polite.

She could feel the claws hidden in his velvety paw, as it were.

There was a debonnaire assurance about him, the air of a man who thought he understood women, and indeed did understand a certain type.