eyes.

"Why did you tell me?" she exclaimed impatiently. "Now I can't
finish my supper. Wait till he has given his order, and then we will
go."

Waymark examined this mysterious persecutor. In truth, the
countenance was no good one, and a woman might well dislike to have
such eyes turned upon her. It was a strong face; coarse originally,
and, in addition to the faults of nature, it now bore the plainest
traces of hard living. As soon as he perceived Waymark and his
companion, he fixed them with his eyes, and scarcely looked away as
long as they remained in the room. The girl seemed shrinking under
this gaze, though she sat almost with her back to him. She ceased
talking, and, as soon as she saw that Waymark had finished, made a
sign to him to pay quickly (with a sovereign she pushed across the
table) and let them be gone. They rose, accordingly, and left. The
man watched them, but remained seated.

"Are you in a hurry to get home?" the girl asked, when they were in
the street again.

"No; time is of no consequence to me."

"Do you live far off?"

"In Kennington. And you?"

"If you like, I'll show you. Let us walk quickly. I feel rather
cold."