But he must seize the fleeting hour and bind Sir Maurice to himself by the bond of the warmest friendship.
Again and again he wondered how Sir Maurice could give his attention to the interrupting exacting Twins, when he had a man of the world, humorous, knowing, wealthy, to talk to.

He tried to make opportunities for him to escape from them; Sir Maurice missed those opportunities; he did not seem to see them.

In truth Captain Baster was a little disappointed in Sir Maurice: he did not find him frankly responsive: polite--yes; indeed, politeness could go no further.

But he lacked warmth.

After all he had not pinned him down to the definite acceptance of a single invitation.
When, at seven o'clock, he tore himself away with the hearty assurance that he would be back at nine sharp, he was not sure that he had made a bosom friend.