She was pale, far paler than the little girl, but she had those same violet eyes, large, deep and sorrowful, beneath dark, smooth eyebrows that arched high and rose a little in the middle.

Her mouth was perhaps large for her face but her full lips curved gently and seemed able to smile, though she was not smiling.

Her nose was perhaps too small--her face was far from faultless--and it had the slightest tendency to turn up instead of down, but it was so delicately modelled that an artist would have pardoned it that deviation from the classic.

Thick brown hair waved across her white forehead and was hidden under the black bonnet and the veil thrown back over it.

She was dressed in black and the close-fitting gown showed off with unconscious vanity the lines of a perfectly moulded and perfectly supple figure.