Her nose was a dream, as was her sweet-lipped, petulant-hinting mouth.

She wore a tam-o'-shanter, and I thought her brown hair the prettiest shade of brown I had ever seen.

And from that single experience of half an hour I have ever since been convinced of the reality of love at first sight.
All too soon the aunt and Haydee departed.

(This is permissible at any stage of a Salvation Army meeting.) I was no longer interested in the meeting, and, after an appropriate interval of a couple of minutes or less, started to leave with Louis.

As we passed out, at the back of the hall a woman recognised me with her eyes, arose, and followed me.