She stood for a moment looking at the ground with a sort of wonder in her eyes, not pleasant to see.

It was the look of one who, having fallen from a great height, is not quite sure whether it means death or not.

Then she walked on.
"I congratulate you," she said.

"I only hope she will make you happy.
She is--beautiful, I suppose ?" "Yes," answered Paul simply.
The girl nodded her head.
"What is her name ?" "Etta Sydney Bamborough." Catrina had evidently never heard the name before.

It conveyed nothing to her.