Her face was small and thin and inclined to be sallow, and beneath upward-slanting brows, to which art had undoubtedly added something, glimmered a pair of greenish-grey eyes, clear like rain.

Nor was there any mistaking the fact that the rich copper-colour of the hair swathed beneath the smart little hat had come out of a bottle, and was in no way to be accredited to nature.

It was small wonder that primitive Monkshaven stood aghast at such flagrant tampering with the obvious intentions of Providence.
But notwithstanding her up-to-date air of artificiality, there was something immensely likeable about Audrey Maynard.

Behind it all, Sara sensed the real woman--clever, tactful, and generously warm-hearted.
Woman, when all is said and done, is frankly primitive in her instincts, and the desire to attract--with all its odd manifestations--is really but the outcome of her innate desire for home and a mate.

It is this which lies at the root of most of her little vanities and weaknesses--and of all the big sacrifices of which she is capable as well.