Bram's fish is a treat.

And this coffee, seeing that you have turned it in that way--" She sat opposite him while he ate, and he had the chance of observing her closely while his meal progressed.

It struck him that she was growing prettier each time that he looked at her, and he was more positive than ever that she was a stranger in the northland.

Again he told himself that she was not more than twenty.

Mentally he even went so far as to weigh her and would have gambled that she would not have tipped a scale five pounds one way or the other from a hundred and twenty.