The British nobleman happens to be standing near as Pauline sweeps past, and as is her professional habit she gives him a bright look, that somehow starts the blood to bounding in the veteran's veins.
He approaches John.
"Pardon me, but did you bow to that lady, my dear doctor?"
John admits that he did, though careful not to show any unusual eagerness about it.
"May I ask who she is?"
"Come! this is rather singular."
"What is?"
"Why, truth to tell, I believe the lady is already interested in you."
"In me?"
Sir Lionel at once puffs out a little, as though feeling consequential. It is gratifying to his conceit to hear that this beautiful being has actually taken notice of him.