He looked at her critically.

She was very handsomely dressed in a walking costume of dove-coloured grey.

The ostrich feathers which drooped from her large hat were almost priceless.
She had the undeniable air of being a person of breeding.

But she was paler even than usual, her hair, notwithstanding its careful arrangement, gave signs of being a little thin in front.

There were wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.