The little cluster of chorus girls looked at him almost with awe.
Only one of them ventured to laugh into his face as though anxious to attract his notice.

Another dropped her veil significantly as he drew near.

The millionaire seemed to become a smaller man as he glanced over his shoulder.

The lady who had been recently divorced bent over her plate.
A group of noisy young fellows talking together about a Stock Exchange deal, suddenly ceased their clamour of voices as he passed.

A man sitting alone, with a drawn face, deliberately concealed himself behind a newspaper, and an aldermanic-looking gentleman who was entertaining a fluffy-haired young lady from a well-known typewriting office, looked for a moment like an errant school-boy.