Walderhurst had, in fact, only reflected upon this possible aspect of affairs _before_ he had driven over the heath to pick Emily up.

Afterwards he had, in some remote portion of his mentality, vaguely awaited developments.
When he saw Emily day by day at South Audley Street, he found he continued to like her.

He was not clever enough to analyse her; he could only watch her, and he always looked on at her with curiosity and a novel sensation rather like pleasure.

She wakened up at sight of him, when he called, in a way that was attractive even to an unimaginative man.

Her eyes seemed to warm, and she often looked flushed and softly appealing.