So typical was she that she might have been a composite portrait of all Dutch girls of eighteen--smooth fair features, a very clear complexion, prim clothes.

A friend getting in too, she talked; or rather he talked, and she listened, and agreed or dissented very quietly, and I had the pleasure of watching how admirably adapted is the Dutch feminine countenance for the display of the nuances of emotion, the enregistering of every thought.

Expression after expression flitted across her face and mouth like the alternate shadow and sun in the Weald on a breezy April day.

A French woman's many vivacious and eloquent expressions seem to come from within; but the Dutch present a placid sensitised surface on which their companions' conversation records the most delicate tracery.

This girl's little reluctant smiles were very charming, and we were at Bergen-op-Zoom again before I knew it..