He remained perfectly still, but the slight colour seemed slowly to be drawn from his cheeks.

Yet the newcomer himself seemed in no way terrifying.

He was tall and largely built, clean-shaven, and with the humourous mouth of an Irishman or an American.

Neither was there anything threatening in his speech.
"Glad to run up against you, Lessingham," he said, holding out his hand.
"Gay crowd here tonight, isn't it ?" "Very," Lessingham answered, speaking very much like a man in a dream.
"Lady Cranston, will you permit me to introduce my friend--Mr.Hayter." Philippa was immediately gracious, and a few moments passed in trivial conversation.

Then Mr.Hayter prepared to depart.
"I must be joining my friends," he observed.