Her head was covered with the most wonderful brown, waving hair.

She had a broad, low forehead, Greek in its proportions and lines.

The eyes were bluer even than his own, and were shaded by lashes of great length, which slightly modified the firm lines of the face, with its admirable chin, and mouth somewhat large with a cupid's bow.
In spite of its ardent and luscious look, it was the mouth of one who knew her own mind and could sustain her own course.

It was open when Dyck first saw it, because she was singing little bits of wild lyrics of the hills, little tragedies of Celtic life--just bursts of the Celtic soul, as it were, cheerful yet sad, buoyant and passionate, eager yet melancholy.

She was singing in Irish too.