Their glances met, and she advanced to the table, the light of the swinging lamp full upon her.

The impression she made is with me yet.

Hers was a refined, patrician face, crowned by a wealth of dark hair.

Indignant eyes of hazel brown, shadowed by long lashes, brightened a face whitened by intense emotion, and brought into agreeable contrast flushed cheeks, and red, scornful lips.

A dimpled chin, a round, full throat, and the figure of young womanhood, slender and yet softly curved, altogether formed a picture so entrancing as to never again desert my imagination.