expression--shrewd, easy-going good humor. Mrs. Trent,
intrenched in state behind a huge, silver-plated coffee-urn with
ivory-trimmed faucet, introduced him--Mr. Scarborough--to Olivia,
to Pauline, to Sadie McIntosh, to Pierson and Howe and Thiebaud
(pronounced Cay-bo). Scarborough sat directly opposite Olivia.
But whenever he lifted his eyes from his plate he looked at
Pauline, who was next to her. When she caught him he blushed and
stirred in his chair so uneasily that it creaked and crackled;
and his normal difficulties with his large hands and the small
knife and fork were distressingly increased.

Pauline was disappointed in him--his clothes were ill-fitting and
gave him the appearance of being in danger of bursting from them;
his hair was too long, suggesting a shaggy, tawny mane; though
his hands were well-shaped they had the recent scars of hard
manual labor. Thus, when Olivia spoke enthusiastically of him
after supper, she made no reply. She would have been ashamed to
acknowledge the reasons for her lack of admiration, even had she
been conscious of them.

But the next morning at breakfast she revised her opinion
somewhat. He talked, and he had a remarkable voice--clear,
musical, with a quality which made it seem to penetrate through
all the nerves instead of through the auditory nerve only.
Further, he talked straight to Pauline, without embarrassment and
with a quaint, satiric humor. She was forgetting for the moment
his almost uncouth hair and dress when, in making a sweeping
gesture, he upset a glass of water and sent a plate of hot bread
flying from the waitress' hand.