She recalled her impression of the childlikeness which seemed all the dark dew of appealing eyes, which were like a young doe's or a bird's rather than a girl's.

The other was the star-like radiance of joy which had swept down the ballroom in Donal's arms with dancing whirls and swayings and pretty swoops.

About them had laughed and swirled the boys now lying dead under the heavy earth of Flemish fields.
And Donal--! This face looked small and almost thin and younger than ever.

The eyes were like those of a doe who was lost and frightened--as if it heard quite near it the baying of hounds, but knew it could not get away.
She hesitated a moment at the door.
"Come here, my dear," the Duchess said.
Lord Coombe stood by a chair he had evidently placed for her, but she did not sit down when she reached it.

She hesitated again and looked from one to the other.
"Did you send for me to tell me I must go away ?" she said.
"What do you mean, child ?" said the Duchess.
"Sit down," Lord Coombe said and spoke in an undertone rapidly.