At that distance, she could distinguish that it was a girl, a girl with fair hair that clustered on her shoulders.

The beating of her heart dropped to a whisper when she saw it, all the pulses stopped, and she felt a cool, damp air blowing across her face.
"Well," said Traill, with a smile, "I suppose you think it is confoundedly uncomfortable ?" She turned, faced him, forcing strength to master her sudden apprehension.
"I think it's absolutely lovely," she said, with simplicity.

"I've never seen a room like it before." "And you don't find the want of soft things, cushions and all that sort of business ?" "No, oh no! they'd spoil it.

One doesn't want cushions to be comfortable, one wants surroundings.

These are perfect." He looked at her with appreciation; then, as a thought swept over him, it altered to an expression of tenderness.