How lovely the ice is this morning!" She rose with the words, balancing herself with a grace as finished as his own, and threw him a dazzling smile of gratitude.

Scott, from his post of observation on the bank, decided that she certainly was beautiful.

Her face was almost faultless.

And yet it seemed to him that there was infinitely more of witchery in the face that had laughed from the window a few minutes before.

Almost unconsciously he was waiting to see the owner of that face emerge.
He watched the inevitable exchange of commonplaces between his brother and the beautiful Miss de Vigne whose graciousness plainly indicated her willingness for a nearer acquaintance, and presently he saw them move away side by side.
"What did I tell you ?" said Billy's voice at his shoulder.