Irreproachable boots, well made, well polished, unspotted by the world.

And the only distinguishable word in Rickman's answer was "Life." And as he said "Life" he blushed like a girl when for the first time she says "Love," a blush of rapture and of shame, her young blood sensitive to the least hint of apathy in her audience.
Jewdwine's apathy was immense.
"Another name for the fugitive actuality," he said.

"Well, I'm afraid I haven't any more time--" He looked round the room a little vaguely, and as he did so he laid on the young man's shoulder a delicate fastidious hand.

"There are one or two men here I should have liked to introduce you to, if I'd had time .-- Another night, perhaps--" He piloted him downstairs and so out into the Strand.
"Good night.

Good night.