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Derwent greeted Mr Dunstan with quiet courtesy, scarcely, however, amounting to friendliness. He was instantly conscious of the slight change in her manner, and at exerted himself to regain the ground he found he had somehow lost. This, under usual conditions, would have required little effort on the young man's part, for he was gifted with that charm of manner which springs from a really unaffected and unselfish character. "Spoilt" he might well have been, and to some extent, in fact, he was so. But the spoiling did not go far below the surface. Yet it was second nature to him to feel himself more than welcome wherever he chose to go. Awkwardness of any kind was a perfectly novel sensation.
What was the matter this afternoon? He felt embarrassed and self-conscious, as if treading on ground where he had no right to be.