It was neither hackneyed nor bizarre, and, while it contained some interesting things, had no superfluities.
Aylmer had been spoilt as a boy and was still wilful and a little impatient.

For instance he could never wait even for a boy-messenger, but always sent his notes by taxi to wait for an answer.

And now he wanted something in a hurry, and was very much afraid he would never get it.
Aylmer was, as I have said, often a little susceptible.

This time he felt completely bowled over.

He had only seen her twice.