The man, quick, sensitive, sympathetic, felt in the woman the presence of a strength, a self-sufficingness which was not all attractive.

His vanity, if he had cherished any during their conversation, was not flattered by its close.

But as he leant against the window-frame waiting for the music to begin, he could hardly keep his eyes from her.

He was a man who, by force of temperament, made friends readily with women, though except for a passing fancy or two he had never been in love; and his sense of difficulty with regard to this stiffly-mannered deep-eyed country girl brought with it an unusual stimulus and excitement.
Miss Barks seated herself deliberately, after much fiddling with bracelets and gloves, and tied back the ends of her cap behind her.
Mr.Mayhew took out his flute and lovingly put it together.

He was a powerful swarthy man who said little, and was generally alarming to the ladies of the neighborhood.