From the first Soames had nosed out Dartie's nature from underneath the plausibility, savoir faire, and good looks which had dazzled Winifred, her mother, and even James, to the extent of permitting the fellow to marry his daughter without bringing anything but shares of no value into settlement.
Winifred, whom he noticed next to the furniture, was sitting at her Buhl bureau with a letter in her hand.

She rose and came towards him.

Tall as himself, strong in the cheekbones, well tailored, something in her face disturbed Soames.

She crumpled the letter in her hand, but seemed to change her mind and held it out to him.

He was her lawyer as well as her brother.
Soames read, on Iseeum Club paper, these words: 'You will not get chance to insult in my own again.