The very look of him was inclined to make her laugh.
His rather prominent eyes passed from one young woman to the other, and his lips perpetually formed words which remained unspoken.
"We have been seeing old masters at the Grafton Gallery," said Katharine, apparently paying no attention to William, and accepting a cigarette which Mary offered her.

She leant back in her chair, and the smoke which hung about her face seemed to withdraw her still further from the others.
"Would you believe it, Miss Datchet," William continued, "Katharine doesn't like Titian.

She doesn't like apricots, she doesn't like peaches, she doesn't like green peas.

She likes the Elgin marbles, and gray days without any sun.

She's a typical example of the cold northern nature.