Studying her features, he saw how fine was their expression.

The prominent forehead, with its little unevenness that meant brains; the straight eyebrows, strongly marked, with deep vertical furrows generally drawn between them; the chestnut-brown eyes, with long lashes; the high-bridged nose, thin and delicate; the intellectual lips, a protrusion of the lower one, though very slight, marking itself when he caught her profile; the big, strong chin; the shapely neck--why, after all, it was a kind of beauty.

The head might have been sculptured with fine effect.

And she had a well-built frame.
He observed her strong wrists, with exquisite vein-tracings on the pure white.

Probably her constitution was very sound; she had good teeth, and a healthy brownish complexion.
With reference to the sick girl whom Miss Barfoot was visiting, Everard began what was practically a resumption of their last talk.
'Have you a formal society, with rules and so on ?' 'Oh no; nothing of the kind.' 'But you of course select the girls whom you instruct or employ ?' 'Very carefully.' 'How I should like to see them all!--I mean,' he added, with a laugh, 'it would be so very interesting.