Hamel, standing a little on one side, watched her appraisingly.

Her short, grey tweed skirt was obviously the handiwork of an accomplished tailor.

Her grey stockings and suede shoes were immaculate and showed a care for her appearance which pleased him.
Her swing, too, revealed a grace, the grace of long arms and a supple body, at which previously he had only guessed.

The sunshine seemed to have brought out a copper tinge from her abundant brown hair.
"Do you know," he remarked, "I think I am beginning to like your uncle.
Great idea of his, sending us off here directly after breakfast." Her face darkened for a moment, and he realised his error.

The same thought, indeed, had been in both their minds.