Her face was grave and sharply pointed, with dark eyes--sad rather, and of the pale remote colour that the Virgin in the St.Dreot's east end window wears.

Standing there in the dusky hall, quietly, quite apart from the little bustle that surrounded her, she seemed to Maggie even in that first moment like some one wrapt, caught away into her own visions.
"I paid the cabman five shillings," she said very softly.

"I hope that was right.

And you are Maggie, are you ?" She bent down and kissed her.

Her lips were warm and comforting.
Maggie, who had, when she was shy, something of the off-hand manner of a boy, said: "Yes.