You've got 'em on," she said.
He laughed.

"I shall have to get used to them sooner or later," he said.
Joan felt relieved--she hardly knew why--that he bore the test.

It was a well-built, athletic frame, and he had gone to a good tailor.

He looked taller in them; and the strong, clean-shaven face less rugged.
Joan sat next to him at the round dinner-table with the child the other side of him.

She noticed that he ate as far as possible with his right hand--his hands were large, but smooth and well shaped--his left remaining under the cloth, beneath which the child's right hand, when free, would likewise disappear.