His features were good, though of the pronounced Jewish type; but his dark, brilliant eyes had a shifty look in them--probably, as Mrs.Godfrey suggested, from their being set a little closely together.

In age he appeared to be between thirty and forty.
He could see little of Miss Jacobi except the dark, glossy coil of hair under her hat; for during the entire service she was as motionless as a statue, and never once turned her face in Malcolm's direction--even when her brother spoke to her she answered without looking at him.
Whether Miss Jacobi was a devout worshipper or a mere automaton was not for him to judge; she might have her own reasons for not joining in the singing.
Colonel Godfrey was always a little fussy about his hat in church, and so it was that Malcolm and Mrs.Godfrey were still in their places when the Jacobis passed their pew.

Malcolm seized his opportunity and looked well at Miss Jacobi, but she did not appear to notice him.
She was certainly a most striking-looking woman.

Indeed, Malcolm's trained eye was obliged to confess that she was really beautiful.

The features were perfect, and the clear olive complexion, just flushed with heat, was wonderfully effective, while the large, melancholy eyes were full of a strange, flashing light.
"What a superb creature!" was Malcolm's first unuttered thought.