She came toward the Baroness with a light, quick step, and with perfect self-possession, rolling her stocking round its needles.

She had dark blue eyes and dark brown hair; she was wonderfully pretty.
Eugenia kissed her, as she had kissed the other young women, and then held her off a little, looking at her.

"Now this is quite another type," she said; she pronounced the word in the French manner.

"This is a different outline, my uncle, a different character, from that of your own daughters.

This, Felix," she went on, "is very much more what we have always thought of as the American type." The young girl, during this exposition, was smiling askance at every one in turn, and at Felix out of turn.