She had just succeeded when she heard him again--speaking to her.
"Pray don't run away! I am nothing very formidable.

Only Lady Janet's nephew--Julian Gray." She turned slowly, spell-bound by his voice, and confronted him in silence.
He was standing, hat in hand, at the entrance to the conservatory, dressed in black, and wearing a white cravat, but with a studious avoidance of anything specially clerical in the make and form of his clothes.

Young as he was, there were marks of care already on his face, and the hair was prematurely thin and scanty over his forehead.

His slight, active figure was of no more than the middle height.

His complexion was pale.