Tall and elegant, with the clearest of clear, transparent olive complexions, hair as black as jet, and such grey eyes--bright, mocking, like lights on water at night.

It is all very well to be a bit satirical till you see her.

And she dresses as well as any woman in London.

I tell you, your son doesn't half put his head up when she goes walking down Piccadilly with him." Mrs.Morel wondered, in her heart, if her son did not go walking down Piccadilly with an elegant figure and fine clothes, rather than with a woman who was near to him.

But she congratulated him in her doubtful fashion.