Women glanced at her and looked away with a toss of the head--or its more polite equivalent.

Men observed her with a smile of interest; "A fine girl," was their comment, or something to that effect.
Strolling westward after her meal, intending to make a circuit by way of Edgware Road, she was near the Marble Arch when a man who had caught sight of her from the top of an omnibus alighted and hastened in her direction.

At the sound of his voice, Olga paused, smiling, and gave him her hand with friendliness.

He was an Italian, his name Florio; they had met several times at a house which she visited with Miss Bonnicastle.

Mr.Florio had a noticeable visage, very dark of tone, eyes which at one time seemed to glow with noble emotion, and at another betrayed excessive shrewdness; heavy eyebrows and long black lashes; a nose of classical Perfection; large mouth with thick and very red lips.