He saw the gleam of perfect teeth.

A strange figure she made, with loose hair cascading over her coat, with knickers and puttees, with wounded arm slung in the breast of her jacket.
"Thank you for your consideration," she smiled.

"It is on a par with my conception of your character." "Pray spare me your comments," he replied, coldly.

He returned to his desk, but did not sit down there.

Against it he leaned, crossed his arms, and with somewhat lowered head studied her.