She liked his thick, rough untidy hair, the healthy red brown of his cheeks, his light blue eyes, his air of vigour and bodily health.
As she waited she was startled into consciousness by a voice in her ear.

She turned to find the elder Mr.Warlock beside her.
"You will forgive my speaking to you, Miss Cardinal.

I saw you at our Chapel this morning." His great height towered above her short clumsy figure; he seemed to peer down at her from above his snowy beard as though he were the inhabitant of some other world.

His voice was of an extreme kindliness and his eyes, when she looked up at him, shone with friendliness.

She found herself, to her own surprise, talking to him with great ease.