The coils of brown hair were effectively arranged, and the shape of the head was beautiful.

Before the evening was over Malcolm, in sheer honesty, was obliged to confess to himself that Miss Elizabeth Templeton was a very attractive woman, and would cast many prettier and younger faces into the shade.

"I wonder where her charm lies," he soliloquised when he had retired to his bedroom that evening; "her sister is really almost beautiful, but, with the exception of a pair of very bright and expressive eyes, Miss Elizabeth has not a single good feature, and yet one is compelled to admire her.

She is a little dignified and reserved with a stranger, and yet she is not shy; even while she talked to Mr.Carlyon, who certainly seems a sort of tame cat at the Wood House, I could see her looking at me as though she regarded me with interest, but we have broken the ice now with a vengeance." "One thing I have discovered," he went on, as he looked dreamily down into the scented darkness of the garden, "she is a woman of large sympathies, with an excellent sense of humour, which her good heart and kindly nature keeps in good control; and if I do not mistake, she is the leading spirit of the house.

The sisters seem to be devoted to each other; and the way they spoil that boy--" and here Malcolm shook his head in strong disapproval, without being in the least aware that he was not free from that fault himself.