She wondered how her own appearance struck him.

She knew that she was very trim and very elegant, and in mere beauty--quite apart from charm, which she didn't claim--she surely excelled Helen; Helen with her narrow eyes, odd projecting nose, and small, sulkily-moulded lips.

Deeply though she felt the fascination of her friend's strange visage, she could but believe her own the lovelier.

So many people--not only Franklin Winslow Kane--had thought her lovely.

There was no disloyalty in recognising the fact for oneself, and an innocent satisfaction in the hope that Mr.
Digby might recognise it too.
The day that flashed by on either side had also a festive quality: blue skies heaped with snowy clouds; fields brimmed with breeze-swept grain, green and silver, or streaked with the gold of butter-cups; swift streams and the curves of summer foliage.