But even as he catalogued the features the face escaped him.

He had a changing impression, only, of a graceful contour, warm and white, dark careless eyes, and hair--quantities of hair lying close and smooth in undulated waves--its color like nothing so much as the brown of a crisping autumn leaf.

He remembered, though, that she was poorly dressed--and utterly unconscious, or careless, of being so.

And she had been amused, undoubtedly amused, at his annoyance.

A most unfeminine girl! And that at least was fortunate--for he was very, very weary of everything feminine!.