He was so long, so limp, so graceful, lounging there in his corner.

His socks and his tie were of such a charming shade of blue and his hair such a charming shade of light mouse-colour.

He was vague and blithe, immersed in his own thoughts, which, apparently, were pleasant and superficial.
When his eyes met Althea's, he smiled at her, and she thought his smile the most engaging she had ever seen.

For the rest, he hardly spoke at all, and did not seem to consider it incumbent on him to make any conversational efforts, yet his mere presence lent festivity to the occasion.
Helen did not talk much either; she smoked her cigarette and looked out of the window with half-closed eyes.

Her slender feet, encased in grey shoes, were propped on the opposite seat; her grey travelling-dress hung in smoke-like folds about her; in her little hat was a bright green wing.
Althea wondered if Mr.Digby appreciated his cousin's appearance, or if long brotherly familiarity had dimmed his perception of it.