Anything more unlike Julia Brabazon never appeared in the guise of a young lady.

Julia was tall, with a high brow, a glorious complexion, a nose as finely modelled as though a Grecian sculptor had cut it, a small mouth, but lovely in its curves; and a chin that finished and made perfect the symmetry of her face.

Her neck was long, but graceful as a swan's, her bust was full, and her whole figure like that of a goddess.

Added to this, when he had first known her, she had all the charm of youth.

When she had returned to Clavering the other day, the affianced bride of Lord Ongar, he had hardly known whether to admire or to deplore the settled air of established womanhood which she had assumed.