She sat, leaning forward, her elbows on the table, and once, when she glanced round and found Althea's eyes fixed on her, she looked back for a moment, but with something of the same vagueness and unseeingness with which she looked out of the window.
She was very odd.

An enemy might say that she had Chinese eyes and a beak-like nose.

The beak was small, as were all the features--delicately, decisively placed in the pale, narrow face--yet it jutted over prominently, and the long eyes were updrawn at the outer corners and only opened widely with an effect of effort.

She had quantities of hair, dense and dark, arranged with an ordered carelessness, and widely framing her face and throat.

She was very thin, and she seemed very tired; and fatigue, which made Althea look wistful, made this young lady look bored and bitter.