Her eyes were of a curious tawny tint, not unlike the colour of her hair, and her complexion was delicately fair, just tinged with rose colour at the cheeks, but of a creamy pallor elsewhere.

Her features were delicate and regular, and she, too, was remarkable for the look of intellect in the broad brow and deep, steadfast eyes.
Their expression at this moment, as they were fixed upon Dalaber, was one which thrilled him to his heart's core.
He had been filled with a passion of self renunciation inspired by her words.

But as he gazed into her eyes, something more personal, more human, sprang up within him.

He put his lips once more to the hand he held, and his voice shook as he said: "Freda, I love thee! I love only thee!" She did not answer.

She did not withdraw her hand.