To Lane he did not have a clean, virile look.
In their greetings Lane sensed some indefinable quality of surprise or suspense.

Swann rather awkwardly put out his hand, but Lane ignored it.

The blood stained Swann's sallow face and he drew himself up.
"And Daren, here are other friends of mine," said Helen, and she turned him round.

"Bessy, this is Daren Lane....

Miss Bessy Bell." As Lane acknowledged the introduction he felt that he was looking at the prettiest girl he had ever seen--the girl whose violet eyes had met his when he entered the room.
"Mr.Daren Lane, I'm very happy to meet some one from 'over there,'" she said, with the ease and self-possession of a woman of the world.
But when she smiled a beautiful, wonderful light seemed to shine from eyes and face and lips--a smile of youth.
Helen introduced her companion as Roy Vancey.