Perhaps, calculated he, if she were attired in the gown of one of those fashionables she might rank with the noblest of them in beauty and delicacy.

Her dark little head was carried with all the serene pride of a lady of quality; her features were clear cut, mobile, and absolutely flawless.

He was sure of that: his sly analysis was not as casual as one might suppose under the circumstances.

As a matter of fact, he found himself having what he afterward called "a very good look at her." She seemed to have forgotten his presence.

The longer he looked at the delicate profile, the more fully was he convinced that she was not all that she pretended.