Then he noted with some surprise that she was coming to him.
She stopped and Thirlwell got up, imagining that she had made a mistake.
Her face, like her figure, hinted at strength tempered by proud self-control.

She had brown hair with a ruddy tint that caught the light, gray eyes that met his with a calm, inquiring glance, and firm red lips.

Thirlwell was not a critic of female beauty, but he saw that she had dignity and charm.

In the meantime, he wondered what she wanted.
"Mr.Thirlwell, I suppose ?" she said.
He bowed and she resumed: "Then I must thank you for coming here to meet me.

I am Agatha Strange." It cost Thirlwell an effort to hide his surprise; indeed, he wondered with some embarrassment whether he had succeeded, for this was not the kind of girl he had expected to meet.
"It was not much out of my way, and I wanted to see the lake," he replied, as he brought a chair.
She thanked him, and sitting down was silent for a few moments while she gazed across the lawn.