Sorell thought he detected once or twice that Falloden had taken steps to procure invitations to houses where Constance was expected; but when they did meet it was evident that he got but a small share of her attention.
Once Sorell saw them in what appeared intimate conversation at a Christ Church party.

Falloden--who was flushed and frowning--was talking rapidly in a low voice; and Constance was listening to him with a look half soft, half mocking.

Her replies seemed to irritate her companion, for they parted abruptly, Constance looking back to smile a sarcastic good-bye.
Again, on the Sunday before the Encaenia, a famous high churchman preached in the University church.

The church was densely crowded, and Sorell, sitting in the masters' seats under the pulpit, saw Constance dimly, in the pews reserved for wives and families of the University doctors and masters, beneath the gallery.

Immediately to her right, in the very front of the undergraduates' gallery, he perceived the tall form and striking head of Douglas Falloden; and when the sermon was over he saw that the young man was one of the first to push his way out.
"He hopes to waylay her," thought Sorell.
If so, he was unsuccessful.