She was not a child, for when her father took the place she was twenty-four.

There was red in her cheeks then, and the lashes of her eyes were long; her hair was not curled, for it was not the fashion, but brushed smoothly back from broad low brows.

She was tall, and not at all thin.

She was very strong, but less active in those days, as girls are often less active than women.

When Zilda had leisure she used to stand outside the hotel and watch the men on the platform.
She was always calm and dignified, a little stupid perhaps.