Her thin summer clothes hinted at a slender, finely-lined form, and her careless pose was graceful.
He wondered whether she felt her meeting him was something of an adventure, but he was persuaded she was playing a part.

Her frankness was not bold, the little, French-Canadian gestures were obviously borrowed, and some of the colloquialisms she used were out of date.
Except for these, her talk was cultivated.

For a time Lister tried to play up, and then resolved to see if he could break her reserve.
"It looks as if you made Malcolm all right on board the gravel train," he remarked.
She gave him a quick glance and colored.

"Yes, I made it and got the East-bound express.

The engineer was kind.