"Now, I would not like to feel that you had determined to be unfriendly with me." Maud Barrington fixed a pair of clear brown eyes upon his face, and the faintest trace of astonishment crept into them.

She was a woman with high principles, but neither a fool nor a prude, and she saw no sign of dissolute living there.

The man's gaze was curiously steady, his skin clear and brown, and his sinewy form suggested a capacity for, and she almost fancied an acquaintance with, physical toil.

Yet he had already denied the truth to her.

Winston, on his part, saw a very fair face with wholesome pride in it, and felt that the eyes which were coldly contemptuous now could, if there was a warrant for it, grow very gentle.
"Would it be of any moment if I were ?" she said.
"Yes," said Winston quietly.