Her blue eyes have still retained their azure tint--a strange thing at her age.

Her little hands and feet are as tiny now as when years ago they called all London town to look at them on her presentation to her Majesty.

She has indeed a charming face, a slight figure, and a temper that would shame the devil.
It isn't a quick temper--one can forgive that.

It is a temper that remembers--remembers always, and that in a mild, ladylike sort of way destroys the one it fastens upon.

Yet she is a dainty creature; fragile, fair, and pretty, even now.