"Is that you, Cousin John ?" said Lady Mary.

"Is Sir Timothy gone?
I have not been away more than a few minutes, have I ?" She spoke quite brightly.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her blue eyes were sparkling with excitement.
John looked at her, and found himself wishing that her soft, brown hair were not strained so tightly from her forehead, nor brushed so closely to her head; the fashion would have been trying to a younger face, and fatal to features less regularly delicate and correct.

He also wished she were not dressed like a Quaker's wife.

The stiff, grey poplin fitted like a glove the pretty curves of Lady Mary's slender figure, but it lacked distinction, and appropriateness, to John's fastidious eye.