CHAPTER FOURClayborns
Miss Clayborn and her brother had the kind of offhand manners that are civil and easy, but hardly manners in the formal sense at all. “We have got beyond all that nonsense,” they seemed to imply, “and so no doubt have you. You are to take us for granted, and if we couldn’t take you for granted you wouldn’t be here.”
They might hardly have noticed him as an individual; but Gamadge was sure that in the very moment of introduction they had taken in his appearance, his clothes, his behaviour, and penetrated beyond to his probable station in life. Gamadge thought he was accepted.
He relinquished his place to Miss Clayborn, and sat down at the other end of the sofa. Gavan Clayborn drew up an armchair in front of the tea table, so that across it he faced the fire. He and
