Lessingham had thrown his cap onto the ground, and his wind-tossed hair and the unusual colour in his cheeks were both, in their way, becoming.

His loose but well-fitting country clothes, his tie and soft collar, were all well-chosen and suitable.

She admired his high forehead and his firm, rather proud mouth.

His eyes as well as his tone were full of seriousness.
"You know that you ought to be saying that to some Gretchen away across that terrible North Sea," she laughed.
"There is no Gretchen who has ever made my heart shake as you do," he whispered.
She picked up her hat and sighed.
"Really," she said, "I think things are quite complicated enough as they are.

I am in a flutter all day long, as it is, about your mission here and your real identity.