I began to wonder whether de Mersch would funk, or whether he would take my non-comprehension of the woman's tirades as a thing assured.
The door at which I had entered, by which she had left, opened.
He must have impressed me in some way or other that evening at the Churchills.

He seemed a very stereotyped image in my memory.

He spoke just as he had spoken, moved his hands just as I expected him to move them.

He called for no modification of my views of his person.

As a rule one classes a man so-and-so at first meeting, modifies the classification at each subsequent one, and so on.