The cold chivalry of his behaviour on the preceding night and the result of her own reflections as she sat there studying him made her inclined to doubt the complete accuracy of her first judgment.

She found something unexpectedly intellectual and forceful in his present concentration,--in the high, pale forehead, the deep-set but alert eyes.
His long, loose frame was yet far from ungainly; his grey tweed suit and well-worn brown shoes the careless attire of a man who has no need to rely on his tailor for distinction.

His hands, too, were strong and capable.

She found herself suddenly wishing that the man himself were different, that he belonged to some other and more congenial type.
Julian, in course of time, laid down the Review which he had been studying and looked out of the window.
"We shall be in London in three quarters of an hour," he announced politely.
She sat up and yawned, produced her vanity case, peered into the mirror, and used her powder puff with the somewhat piquant assurance of the foreigner.

Then she closed her dressing case with a snap, pulled down her veil, and looked across at him.
"And how," she asked demurely, "does my fiance propose to entertain me this evening ?" He raised his eyebrows.
"With the exception of one half-hour," he replied unexpectedly, "I am wholly at your service." "I am exacting," she declared.