One could not credit her with beauty, but as her lady friends were fond of saying, there was something 'more' in her face.

I saw a good deal more at this moment, and it gave me pleasure, as all her feelings did when they came out like that.

I hasten to add that she was not unpleasing; her features had a symmetry and a mobility, and her eyes could take any transient charm they chose to endow themselves with; though there were moments when she compared very badly with the other young ladies of Simla with their high spirits and their pretty complexions, very badly indeed.

Those were occasions when the gay monotony of the place pressed, I imagine, a little heavily upon her, and the dullness she felt translated itself in her expression.

But she was by no means unpleasing.
'I must go and see Lady Pilkey's picture,' I said.
'What is the use ?' said Dora.