If Osborn had lost his looks, she also had lost hers.

She was yellow and haggard, and her eyes looked over-grown.

She had not improved in the matter of temper, and answered all effusive questions with a dry, bitter little smile.

The baby she had brought back was a puny, ugly, and tiny girl.
Hester's dry, little smile when she exhibited her to her relations was not pretty.
"She saved herself disappointment by being a girl," she remarked.

"At all events, she knows from the outset that no one can rob her of the chance of being the Marquis of Walderhurst." It was rumoured that ugly things went on in the Osborn bungalow.