She gave him a look which seemed to linger for a moment longer than cursory look you give to the strangers. She was sitting in her chair in the office and a table stood between him and her.
Her eyes rested for a moment and her gaze fixed on his face; it was momentary but said so many things because the silence is powerful than the speech. It gave him a pang in his heart and he remembered his youth when he was a handsome young man having athletic figure and swarthy complexion and a broad chest and shoulders.
Men from North India where he belonged are generally stronger; they are less sentimental and Platonic love is not of much value there. They love to exhibit their physical charms more and assert their love in a coarser manner.
She might also have recalled such thoughts from the recesses of her past youth. The memory only is what remains and it is to be kept and cherished.