The subtle element of self-consciousness had disappeared, too.

If it had remained unnoticed, even undetected before, now its absence was noticeable, for there was no longer any attitude about him, no policy to sustain, nothing of that humourous, bantering sophistication which ignores conventionality.

For it is always a conscious effort to ignore it, an attitude to disregard what custom has sanctioned.
Kathleen had never realised what a really sweet and charming fellow he was until that morning, when he took her aside and told her of his engagement.
"Do you know," he said, "it is as though life had stopped for me many years ago when Geraldine and I were playmates; it's exactly as though all the interval of years in between counted less than a dream, and now, at last, I am awake and taking up real life again....

You see, Kathleen, as a matter of fact, I'm incomplete by myself.

I'm only half of a suit of clothes; Geraldine always wore the rest of me." "However," said Kathleen mischievously, "you've been very tireless in trying on, they say.