then he fixed his eyes--which were blue--on the landscape.

He had not realized her presence, she thought.

Yet it was none of HER fault that this was not a smoking-carriage--if that was what he meant.
Nobody sees any one as he is, let alone an elderly lady sitting opposite a strange young man in a railway carriage.

They see a whole--they see all sorts of things--they see themselves....

Mrs.Norman now read three pages of one of Mr.Norris's novels.