She was a delicate little gentlewoman, with a light, quick step.
Longueville's five minutes were up; so, leaving his place, he approached the two ladies, sketch in hand.

The elder one, who had passed her hand into her daughter's arm, looked up at him with clear, surprised eyes; she was a charming old woman.

Her eyes were very pretty, and on either side of them, above a pair of fine dark brows, was a band of silvery hair, rather coquettishly arranged.
"It is my portrait," said her daughter, as Longueville drew near.

"This gentleman has been sketching me." "Sketching you, dearest ?" murmured her mother.

"Was n't it rather sudden ?" "Very sudden--very abrupt!" exclaimed the young girl with a laugh.
"Considering all that, it 's very good," said Longueville, offering his picture to the elder lady, who took it and began to examine it.