But she wore not so much as a rose in her smoothly combed hair.

She was not only not excited but she was not exciting.

She was plainly dressed in skirt and shirtwaist of no distinction, her foot-gear was of the most ordinary, and well worn, and her face under a hat of no allure was without make-up, a commonplace, somewhat anxious face with lines about the eyes.

But her voice as well as her eyes helped him to recall her.
She spoke with an effort at jauntiness after Merton had greeted her.
"That's one great slogan, 'Business as Usual!' ain't it?
Well, it's business as usual here, so I just found out from the Countess--as usual, rotten.

I ain't had but three days since I seen you last." "I haven't had even one," he told her.
"No?
Say, that's tough.