Ellen's wonderful daintiness was one of her chief charms.

There was an immaculateness about her attire and her every motion which seemed to extend to her very soul, and hedged her about with the lure of unapproachableness.

It was more that than her beauty which roused the imagination and quickened the pulses of a young man regarding her.
Granville Joy did not feel the earth beneath his feet as he walked with Ellen.

The scent of the sweet-peas came in his face, he heard the soft rustle of Ellen's skirts and his own heart-beats.

She was very silent, since she did not wish him to go with her, though she was all the time reproaching herself for it.