With that, he stood rasping his beard, and frowning at her, and going back a few paces to frown and peer at her from this and that angle. Cora knew what that meant, and stood to be tonalised, relieving self-consciousness in her muscles by stretching and relaxing, and preening up her breasts in those cat-like turnings and twistings of her body that seemed to make an ostentatious exhibition of its graces because of her affectation of unawareness in being looked at.