He smiled upon him, innocent and unconscious. "Ah!" he said, "so you're reading it? You won't like it."
Jewdwine crossed one leg over the other, and it was wonderful the amount of annoyance he managed to convey by the gesture. His face, too, wore a worried and uncertain look; so worried and so uncertain that Rickman was sorry for him. He felt he must make it easy for him.
"At any rate, you won't admire its personal appearance."
"I don't. What possessed you to give it to Vaughan?"
"Some devil, I think."
"You certainly might have done better."
"Perhaps. If I'd taken the trouble. But I didn't."
Jewdwine raised his eyebrows (whenever he did that Rickman thought of someone who used to raise her eyebrows too, but with a difference).
"You see, it was last year. I let things slide."
Jewdwine looked as if he didn't see. "If you had come to me, I think I could have helped you."