The lady was a lovely blonde, with a profusion of fair hair, and delicate features that were Roman when they were not Greek.
To describe a beautiful woman is altogether beyond me.

No doubt this face had faults.

I fancy, for instance, that there was little character in the chin, and that the eyes were 'melting' rather than expressive.
It was a vignette, the hands being clasped rather fancifully at the back of the head.

My fingers drummed on the album as I sat there pondering; but when or where I had met the original I could not decide.

The colonel could give me no information.