But this age did not impress itself over a strange and appealing beauty in her countenance which was like the beauty of a flower whose petals are falling.

Before David had seen more than this she turned her eyes from him slowly and doubtfully, as if not quite convinced that she had found what she sought, and faced the darkness beyond her own side of the car.
David was puzzled, and he looked at her with still deeper interest.

Her seat was turned so that it was facing him across the aisle, three seats ahead, and he could look at her without conspicuous effort or rudeness.
Her hood had slipped down and hung by its long scarf about her shoulders.

She leaned toward the window, and as she stared out, her chin rested in the cup of her hand.

He noticed that her hand was thin, and that there was a shadowy hollow in the white pallor of her cheek.