He was beyond all doubt a handsome youth, and straight-limbed; but apparently a sullen one.

He kept his eyes on the ground and only lifted them for a moment when close in front of us.
"Good afternoon, aunt." "Good afternoon, Archibald.

This is Harry--my friend of whom you have heard me speak." He glanced at me with a curt nod.

I could see that he considered me a nuisance.

An awkward silence fell between the three of us, broken at length by a start and a smothered exclamation from Miss Plinlimmon.
Archibald glanced over his shoulder carelessly.