For a half moment his face flushed, his brow showed question and annoyance.

Yet rapidly, after his fashion, he mastered himself.
"Will," said he, calmly, to his brother, "kindly ask the coachman to wait for this lady." He stood for a moment gazing after the form of his brother as it disappeared in the outer shadows.

For this half-moment he took swift counsel of himself.

It was a face calm and noncommittal that he turned toward the girl who sat now in the darkest corner of the room, her head cast down, her foot beating a signal of perturbation upon the floor.
From the corner of her eye Mary Connynge saw him, a tall and manly man, superbly clad, faultless in physique and raiment from top to toe.

He stood as though ready to step into his carriage for some voyage to rout or ball.