It was only when she had heard the door close behind the person who presently entered that she looked round.
Caspar Goodwood stood there--stood and received a moment, from head to foot, the bright, dry gaze with which she rather withheld than offered a greeting.

Whether his sense of maturity had kept pace with Isabel's we shall perhaps presently ascertain; let me say meanwhile that to her critical glance he showed nothing of the injury of time.

Straight, strong and hard, there was nothing in his appearance that spoke positively either of youth or of age; if he had neither innocence nor weakness, so he had no practical philosophy.

His jaw showed the same voluntary cast as in earlier days; but a crisis like the present had in it of course something grim.

He had the air of a man who had travelled hard; he said nothing at first, as if he had been out of breath.