So she came up with her neck stretched out, and her head at the end of it, and her eyes foremost of all, like a snail's, peering into the night to see what it could be that went on glimmering white before her.

When she did see, she made a great exclamation, and threw up her hands.

Then without a word, for she thought Diamond was walking in his sleep, she caught hold of him, and led him towards the house.

He made no objection, for he was just in the mood to be grateful for notice of any sort, and Mrs.Crump led him straight into the drawing-room.
Now, from the neglect of the new housemaid, the fire in Miss Coleman's bedroom had gone out, and her mother had told her to brush her hair by the drawing-room fire--a disorderly proceeding which a mother's wish could justify.

The young lady was very lovely, though not nearly so beautiful as North Wind; and her hair was extremely long, for it came down to her knees--though that was nothing at all to North Wind's hair.
Yet when she looked round, with her hair all about her, as Diamond entered, he thought for one moment that it was North Wind, and, pulling his hand from Mrs.Crump's, he stretched out his arms and ran towards Miss Coleman.