Mrs. Soames, usually somewhat pale, had a delightful colour in her cheeks; and Mr. Bosinney’s manner was strange, though attractive (she thought him rather a distinguished-looking man, and George’s name for him, “The Buccaneer”⁠—about which there was something romantic⁠—quite charming). He seemed to be pleading. Indeed, they talked so earnestly⁠—or, rather, he talked so earnestly, for Mrs. Soames did not say much⁠—that they caused, inconsiderately, an eddy in the traffic. One nice old General, going towards Cigars, was obliged to step quite out of the way, and chancing to look up and see Mrs. Soames’ face, he actually took off his hat, the old fool! So like a man!