With new boots, creaking loudly, he walked up into the drawing-room, and there he found the widow alone.
"Thanks for the flowers," she said at once.

"It was so good of you to bring something that we could accept." "As for that," said he, "I don't see why you should scruple about a trifle of cream, but I hope that any such feeling as that will be over before long." To this the widow made no answer, but she looked very sweetly on him as she bade him sit down.
He did sit down; but first he put his hat and stick carefully away in one corner, and then he pulled off his glove--somewhat laboriously, for his hand was warm.

He was clearly prepared for great things.

As he pushed up his hair with his hands there came from his locks an ambrosial perfume,--as of marrow-oil, and there was a fixed propriety of position of every hair of his whiskers, which indicated very plainly that he had been at a hairdresser's shop since he left the market.

Nor do I believe that he had worn that coat when he came to the door earlier in the morning.