I saw her when I was staying there the last time, three--no, four years ago.

I can't recall her by her name, but her face, oh, I remember it as clearly as possible.' 'What a memory you have, Beatrice!' said Mrs.Rossall.
'I never forget a face that strikes me.' 'In what way did Miss Hood's face strike you ?' Wilfrid asked, as if in idle curiosity, and with some of the banter which always marked his tone to Beatrice.
'You would like some deep, metaphysical reason, but I am not advanced enough for that.

I don't suppose I thought much about her at the time, but the face has stayed in my mind.

But how old is she ?' 'Two-and-twenty,' said Mrs.Rossall, smiling.
'A year older than myself; my impression was that she was more than that.

I think I only saw her once; she was with us at lunch one day.