Chapter 4
Carl had changed, Alexandra felt, much less than one might have
expected. He had not become a trim, self-satisfied city man. There
was still something homely and wayward and definitely personal
about him. Even his clothes, his Norfolk coat and his very high
collars, were a little unconventional. He seemed to shrink into
himself as he used to do; to hold himself away from things, as if
he were afraid of being hurt. In short, he was more self-con-scious
than a man of thirty-five is expected to be. He looked older than
his years and not very strong. His black hair, which still hung in
a triangle over his pale forehead, was thin at the crown, and there
were fine, relentless lines about his eyes. His back, with its
high, sharp shoulders, looked like the back of an over-wor
