Then he passed them on to Dewes.
Dewes looked at the portrait with a greater care.

The face was winning rather than pretty.

It seemed to him that it was one of those faces which might become beautiful at many moments through the spirit of the woman, rather than from any grace of feature.

If she loved, for instance, she would be really beautiful for the man she loved.
"I wonder who she is," he said thoughtfully.
"I know," replied Luffe, almost carelessly.

He was immersed in the second letter which the Diwan had handed to him.
"Who is it ?" asked Dewes.
"Linforth's wife." "His wife!" exclaimed Dewes, and, looking at the photograph again, he said in a low voice which was gentle with compassion, "Poor woman!" "Yes, yes.