Then she turned her head away, looked out of the carriage and said no more.

But her face had drooped and dimmed, all in a moment; the lines graven in it long years before, by grief and delicacy, came out with a singular and sudden plainness.
The man sitting opposite to her was of an aspect little less distinguished than hers.

He had a long face, with a high forehead, set in grizzled hair, and a mouth and chin of peculiar refinement.

The shortness of the chin gave a first impression of weakness, which however was soon undone by the very subtle and decided lines in which, so to speak, the mouth, and indeed the face as a whole, were drawn.

All that Lucy knew of him was that he was a Cambridge don, a man versed in classical archaeology who was an old friend and tutor of Mr.Manisty's.