He looked very handsome, Lavinia thought, and she blushed under his ardent gaze.
He had washed, he had shaved, he had put on his best suit and his wig concealed the cut on his forehead.

He was altogether a different Lancelot from the bedraggled, woe-begone, haggard young man whom she had found in the last stage of misery two hours ago.

He had moreover, enlisted the help of the old woman whom Lavinia had met on the stairs at her first visit and the place was swept and tidied.

The room as well as its occupant was now quite presentable.
"I've brought you something to eat," stammered Lavinia quite shyly to her own surprise.

"You don't mind, do you ?" "Not if you'll do me the honour to share it with me." "Oh, but it will give you so much trouble.