She was prettier and sweeter than he had even fancied she would be could he ever contrive to find her all alone.
He watched her covertly; the exquisite peachy skin with its pure color, and her soft brown hair dressed with a simplicity which he thought perfection, all appealed to him, and those strange violet eyes rather round and heavily lashed with brown-shaded lashes, darker at the tips.
The type was not intense or of a studious mould.

Circumstance must indeed have formed an exotic character to have grafted such deep meaning in their innocent depths.

She went on presently, not remarking his silence.
"It is heredity which makes my country women so nervous and unstable as a rule.

You don't like them, as I know," and she smiled, "and I think, from your point of view, you are right.

You see, we are nearly all mushroom growths, sprung up in a night--and we have not had time for poise, or the acceptance with calmness of our good fortune.