Mrs.Baxendale's countenance was grave enough to suit the sad thoughts with which she sought to commune, yet showed an under-smile, suggesting the consolation held in store by one much at home in the world's sorrows.

As she smiled, each of her cheeks dimpled softly, and Wilfrid could not help noticing the marvellous purity of her complexion, as well as the excellent white teeth just visible between her lips.
'So you have come all the way from Switzerland,' she said, leading him to a chair, and seating herself by him.

Her voice had a touch of masculine quality, even as her shape and features, but it chained attention, and impressed as the utterance of a large and strong nature.
'You are tired, too, with travel; I can see that.

When did you reach Dunfield ?' 'Half an hour ago.' 'And you came here at once.

Beatrice and I were on the point of going to Hebsworth this afternoon; I rejoice that we did not.