"At my lodgings, were you? Shall I return with you?"
"If you please," said Vavasor, leading the way up Suffolk Street. There had been no other greeting than this between them. Mr. Grey himself, though a man very courteous in his general demeanour, would probably have passed Vavasor in the street with no more than the barest salutation. Situated as they were towards each other there could hardly be any show of friendship between them; but when Vavasor had spoken to him, he had dressed his face in that guise of civility which men always use who do not intend to be offensive;--but Vavasor dressed his as men dress theirs who do mean to be offensive; and Mr. Grey had thoroughly appreciated the dressing.

"Were you? Shall I return with you?"
"If you please," said Vavasor, leading the way up Suffolk Street. There was no other greeting between them. Mr. Grey himself, though a courteous man generally, would probably have passed Vavasor in the street with no more than the barest greeting; but Vavasor had spoken to him with a civil appearance, as if he did not intend to be offensive.
