He had a rose in his button-hole.

He always had a rose in his button-hole; but somehow this was more of a rose than usual.

His mustaches were twirled up with unusual grace.
"You will find Mr.Alwynn in the study," said Ruth, hurriedly.
His only answer was to cast aside his whip and gloves, as possible impediments later on, and to settle himself, with an elegant arrangement of the choicest gaiters, on the grass at her feet.
It is probably very disagreeable to repeat in any form, however discreetly worded, the old phrase-- "The reason why I cannot tell, But I don't like you, Doctor Fell." But it must be especially disagreeable, if a refusal is at first not taken seriously, to be obliged to repeat it, still more plainly, a second time.

It was Ruth's fate to be obliged to do this, and to do it hurriedly, or she foresaw complications might arise.
At last Dare understood, and the sudden utter blankness of his expression smote Ruth to the heart.

He had loved her in his way after all.