Some instinct warned her that the man had not yet stated his real reason for coming, and she wondered a little what it could be.

He seemed to be watching her covertly, yet she failed to catch any telltale admiration for her in his scrutiny.

She decided that his forehead was too narrow to please her, and that his eyes were too close together, and that the lines around his mouth were cruel lines and gave the lie to his smile, which was pleasant enough if you just looked at the smile and paid no attention to anything else in his face.
"You had quite an experience getting out here, they tell me," he observed carelessly; too carelessly, thought Lorraine, who was well schooled in the circumlocutions of delinquent tenants, agents of various sorts and those who crave small gossip of their neighbors.

"Heard you were lost up in Rock City all night." Lorraine looked up at him, startled.

"I caught a terrible cold," she said, laughing nervously.