"I am going to like you, I am sure.

Come, there is Mr.Starling standing by the door.

What do you think of him ?" Arnold glanced across the room.

Mr.Starling was apparently a middle-aged man--clean-shaven, with pale cheeks and somewhat narrow eyes.
"An American, without a doubt," Arnold remarked.
"Quite right.

Now the lady in the gray satin with the wonderful coiffure--she has looked at you already more than once.