Unsmiling, his face was rather sad and absent in expression, not unlike the melancholy, inscrutable hero of Anne's own early dreams; but mirth and humor and charm lighted it up when he smiled.

Certainly, on the outside, as Miss Cornelia said, Owen Ford was a very presentable fellow.
"You cannot realise how delighted I am to be here, Mrs.Blythe," he said, looking around him with eager, interested eyes.

"I have an odd feeling of coming home.

My mother was born and spent her childhood here, you know.

She used to talk a great deal to me of her old home.
I know the geography of it as well as of the one I lived in, and, of course, she told me the story of the building of the house, and of my grandfather's agonised watch for the Royal William.