Her eyes were big and brown like Stafford's; her face was a delicate oval, and her hair was a deep black, waving freely over a strong, broad forehead.

It was her speech that betrayed her; otherwise she was little like the flower-girl that Adrian Fellowes had introduced to Al'mah, who had got her a place in the chorus of the opera and had also given her personal care and friendly help.
"Where is he?
In the hospital ?" Stafford asked.
"It was just beside our own 'ome it 'appened.

We got two rooms now, Jigger and me.

'E was took in there.

The doctor come, but 'e says it ain't no use.