He might take a good look at the girl to see if there was anything uncommon about her.

He looked down the table, glancing just for an instant opposite.
No; there was nothing striking, or to be disturbed about.

The girl was still solicitous over her companion, meanwhile eating a little herself.
"I musn't be rude, thought Chester, and then looked again across the table.

The man was past middle age.

His face was clean shaven, and he was dressed in the garb of a minister.