Her people were prompt and sharp enough to manage the rest, and Osborn was married before he knew exactly whither he was tending.

He was not pleased with himself when he wakened to face facts.

He could only console himself for having been cleverly led and driven into doing the thing he did not want to do, by the facts that the girl was interesting and clever and had a good deal of odd un-English beauty.
It was a beauty so un-English that it would perhaps appear to its greatest advantage in the contrasts afforded by life in England.

She was so dark, of heavy hair and drooping-lidded eyes and fine grained skin, and so sinuous of lithe, slim body, that among native beauties she seemed not to be sufficiently separated by marks of race.

She had tumbled up from childhood among native servants, who were almost her sole companions, and who had taught her curious things.