Two or three recent cuts on his chin and neck were the result of conscientious shaving with an unsteady hand.
'I have been looking for your father,' he said, as Marian turned.

'Isn't he here ?' 'He has gone, Mr Hinks.' 'Ah, then would you do me the kindness to take a book for him?
In fact, it's my little "Essay on the Historical Drama," just out.' He spoke with nervous hesitation, and in a tone which seemed to make apology for his existence.
'Oh, father will be very glad to have it.' 'If you will kindly wait one minute, Miss Yule.

It's at my place over there.' He went off with long strides, and speedily came back panting, in his hand a thin new volume.
'My kind regards to him, Miss Yule.

You are quite well, I hope?
I won't detain you.' And he backed into a man who was coming inobservantly this way.
Marian went to the ladies' cloak-room, put on her hat and jacket, and left the Museum.

Some one passed out through the swing-door a moment before her, and as soon as she had issued beneath the portico, she saw that it was Jasper Milvain; she must have followed him through the hall, but her eyes had been cast down.