My companion, who was restless all the time, glanced at him frequently, or I should scarcely have noticed his existence.

In dress and appearance he resembled very much the ordinary valet in private service, except for his eye-glasses, and that his face lacked the smooth pastiness of the class.

For some reason or other my companion seemed to take a dislike to him.
"Come," she said to me, "we will move over to the other side.

I think we shall get in quicker." I followed her lead, and I saw her glance back over her shoulder at the young man, who seemed unaware, even, of her departure.
"I do hate being listened to," she said, "even when one is talking about nothing in particular!" "Who was listening to us ?" I asked.
"The young man next to you," she answered.

"I could see him look up in that horrid stealthy way from under his eyelids." I laughed.
"You are a very observant person," I remarked.
She drew a little closer to me.