These, however, only added dignity to a head beautifully balanced, finely moulded, and, in the language of the day, most genteelly hung.

She was slender, buoyant in movement yet composed, and her voice was like her daughter's, clear, gentle, thrilling.
Her mind and heart were given up to Sheila and Sheila's future.

That was why a knowledge of the tragedy that had come to Dyck Calhoun troubled her as she had not been troubled since the day she first learned of Erris Boyne's infidelity to herself.
"Let us go to Dublin, mother," said Sheila with a determined air, after reading the clipping.
"Why, my dear ?" The woman's eyes, with their long lashes, looked searchingly into her daughter's face.

She felt, as the years went on, that Sheila had gifts granted to few.

She realized that the girl had resources which would make her a governing influence in whatever sphere of life she should be set.