All faces were turned towards her, and presently all ears listened for her remarks.

Her talk was young and vivacious, nothing more.

But all she said came, as it were, steeped in personality, a personality so energetic, so charged with movement and with action that it arrested the spectators--not always agreeably.

It was like the passage of a train through the darkness, when, for the moment, the quietest landscape turns to fire and force.
The comparison suggested itself to Captain Boyson as he lay watching her, only to be received with an inward mockery, half bitter, half amused.

This girl was always awakening in him these violent or desperate images.