The situation then took on a singular zest.
Euchre came up on the porch and awkwardly introduced Duane to Mrs.
Bland.

She was young, probably not over twenty-five, and not quite so prepossessing at close range.

Her eyes were large, rather prominent, and brown in color.

Her mouth, too, was large, with the lips full, and she had white teeth.
Duane took her proffered hand and remarked frankly that he was glad to meet her.
Mrs.Bland appeared pleased; and her laugh, which followed, was loud and rather musical.
"Mr.Duane--Buck Duane, Euchre said, didn't he ?" she asked.
"Buckley," corrected Duane.

"The nickname's not of my choosing." "I'm certainly glad to meet you, Buckley Duane," she said, as she took the seat Duane offered her.