As for her, she was sizing him up too, though with skilfully veiled
glances. She saw a square-shouldered young man, who sat calmly eating
his lunch, without betraying too much self-consciousness on the one
hand, or any desire to make flirtatious advances on the other. Yet he
was not stupid, either; he had eyes that saw what they were turned on,
she noted. His admirable, detached attitude piqued her, though she would
have been quick to resent any other. She was angry with him for forcing
this repression on her; repression was not natural to this young lady.
She longed to clear the air with a burst of laughter, but the thought
of a quick, cool glance of surprise from the steady eyes opposite
effectually checked her. As for his features, they were well enough, she
thought. He had a shapely head, broadest over the ears, and thatched
with thick, straight hair of the ashy-brown just the other side of
blonde. His eyes were of the shade politely called gray, though
yellow or green might be said with equal truth, had not those colours
unpleasant associations. His nose was longish, and he had a comical
trick of seeming to look down it, at which she greatly desired to laugh.
His mouth was well cut, and decisively finished at the corners; and
he had a chin to match. In spite of her irritation with him, she was
reminded of a picture she had seen of Henry Fifth looking out from
his helmet on the field of Agincourt.

As the minutes passed, and Garth maintained his calm, she became quite
unreasonably wroth. Her own luncheon was now before her. By and by she
wanted salt, and the only cellar stood at Garth's elbow. Nothing could
have induced her to ask for it; she merely stared fixedly. Garth,
presently observing, politely offered the salt-cellar. She waited
until he had put it down on the table, and removed his hand from
the neighbourhood; then took it.

"Thank you," she murmured indignantly; furious at having to say it.

Garth wondered what he had done to offend her.

At this moment there was an interruption; again the apologetic Mr.
Papps with yet another guest. This was a tradesman's comely young wife,
with very ruffled plumage, and the distracted air of the unaccustomed
traveller. She was carrying in her arms a shiny black valise, three
assorted paper-covered bundles with the string coming off, and a hat in
a paper bag; and, although it was so warm, she wore her winter's coat,
plainly because there was no other way to bring it