Here Pamela was sitting waiting, with a basket of knitting on her knee which she put out of sight as soon as she heard her father's step.

She had taken off her hat, and her plentiful brown hair was drawn in a soft wave across her forehead, and thickly coiled behind a shapely head.

She was very young, and very pretty.

Perhaps the impression of youth predominated, youth uncertain of itself, conscious rather of its own richness and force than of any definite aims or desires.

Her expression was extremely reserved.