But forthwith Lord Brackenshaw was gone, and what is called conversation had begun, the first and constant element in it being that Grandcourt looked at Gwendolen persistently with a slightly exploring gaze, but without change of expression, while she only occasionally looked at him with a flash of observation a little softened by coquetry. Also, after her answers there was a longer or shorter pause before he spoke again.
"I used to think archery was a great bore," Grandcourt began. He spoke with a fine accent, but with a certain broken drawl, as of a distinguished personage with a distinguished cold on his chest.
"Are you converted to-day?" said Gwendolen.
(Pause, during which she imagined various degrees and modes of opinion about herself that might be entertained by Grandcourt.)
"Yes, since I saw you shooting. In things of this sort one generally sees people missing and simpering."
"I suppose you are a first-rate shot with a rifle."

As Lord Brackenshaw left, conversation began, while Grandcourt looked at Gwendolen persistently with a slightly exploring gaze, but without change of expression. She only occasionally glanced at him with a flash of observation a little softened by coquetry. After her answers there was a pause before he spoke again.
"I used to think archery was a great bore," Grandcourt began. He spoke with a fine accent, but with a broken and distinguished drawl.
"Are you converted to-day?" said Gwendolen.
(Pause, during which she imagined various opinions about herself that Grandcourt might hold.)
"Yes, since I saw you shooting. In things of this sort one generally sees people missing and simpering."
"I suppose you are a first-rate shot with a rifle."
