He went through the ordeal well, even that with Miss Pierce, actually showing less embarrassment than she did.

What was more astonishing, he calmly offered his arm to the bridesmaid who fell to his lot, and, after seating her, chatted without thinking that he was talking.

Indeed, he hardly heeded what he did say, but spoke mechanically, as a kind of refuge from thought and feeling.
"I didn't find him a bit so," the girl said to Miss Pierce, later in the evening, with an indefiniteness which, if not merely feminine, must presuppose a previous conversation.

"He isn't exactly talkative, but he is perfectly easy to get on with.

I tried him on New York, and found he had gone into a good many odd places and can tell about them.