Like herself he was small, and lightly built.

But his features were much less regular than hers; the chin and nose were childishly tilted, the eyes too prominent.

His bright colour, however--( mother and sister could well have dispensed with that touch of vivid red on the cheeks!)--his curly hair, and his boyish ways made him personally attractive; while in his moments of physical weakness, his evident resentment of Nature's treatment of him, and angry determination to get the best of her, had a touch of something that was pathetic--that appealed.
Elizabeth brought a rug and wrapped it round him.

But she did not try to console him; she looked round for something or someone to amuse him.
On the line, just beyond the railed platform of the car, a group of men were lounging and smoking.

One of them was her acquaintance of the morning.