Your uncle Anthony and Mr.
Robert agreed upon that." Rhoda coloured, and said, after a time, "It would please me if people didn't speak about my looks." The looking-glass probably told her no more than that she was nice to the eye, but a young man who sees anything should not see like a mirror, and a girl's instinct whispers to her, that her image has not been taken to heart when she is accurately and impartially described by him.
The key to Rhoda at this period was a desire to be made warm with praise of her person.

She beheld her face at times, and shivered.

The face was so strange with its dark thick eyebrows, and peculiarly straight-gazing brown eyes; the level long red under-lip and curved upper; and the chin and nose, so unlike Dahlia's, whose nose was, after a little dip from the forehead, one soft line to its extremity, and whose chin seemed shaped to a cup.

Rhoda's outlines were harder.

There was a suspicion of a heavenward turn to her nose, and of squareness to her chin.