Preview of Dealer's Choice, Chpt 1, entry #6

The man, whoever he was, was eyeing where their once-graceful fanlight had been patched with brown paper and paste. Sleet glittered across his shoulders and atop the crown of a derby slanted so far forward she could barely see his eyes. The velvet collar of his Chesterfield was turned up, and everything about him—from striped trousers to silk neckcloth and pearl stick pin—said dandy, yet his stance was much less elegant. Elbows locked, shoulders hunched against the cold, and hands jammed in his pockets, he looked as ready for an argument as she felt.