I felt drawn.

Her face had that strange quality of compelling attention for which we have as yet no English name, but which everybody recognises.
You could not ignore her.

She stood out.

She was the sort of girl one was constrained to notice.
It was Le Geyts first luncheon-party since his second marriage.
Big-bearded, genial, he beamed round on us jubilant.

He was proud of his wife and proud of his recent Q.C.-ship.