The face, though still quite young and expressing a perfect physical health, had the look of having been polished and refined away to its foundations.
There was not an ounce of superfluous flesh on it, and not a vestige of Rose's peach-like bloom.

Her profile, as he saw it now, had the firmness, the clear whiteness of a profile on a Greek gem.
She was actually making that silent, awkward lad talk! Robert who, out of his four years' experience as an Oxford tutor, had an abundant compassion for and understanding of such beings as young Mayhew, watched her with a pleased amusement, wondering how she did it.

What?
Had she got him on carpentering, engineering--discovered his weak point?
Water-wheels, investors, steam-engines--and the lumpish lad all in a glow, talking away nineteen to the dozen.

What tact, what kindness in her gray-blue eyes! But he was interrupted by Mrs.Seaton, who was perfectly well aware that she had beside her a stranger of some prestige, an Oxford man, and a member, besides, of a well-known Sussex county family.

She was a large and commanding person, clad in black _moire_ silk.