Of course, if you are an only daughter, I can quite understand your father being a bit particular, not caring for men callers and that sort of thing, but that can't go on for ever, you know, can it ?" "Can't it ?" she murmured, a little dazed.
"I have a habit," he confided, "of making up my mind quickly, and when I decide about a thing, I am rather hard to turn.

Well, I made up my mind about you the first moment we met." "About me ?" she repeated.
"About you." She turned and looked at him almost wonderingly.

He was very big and very confident; good to look upon, less because of his actual good looks than because of a certain honesty and tenacity of purpose in his expression; a strength of jaw, modified and rendered even pleasant by the kindness and humour of his clear grey eyes.

He returned her gaze without embarrassment and he wondered less than ever at finding himself there.

Her complexion in this clear light seemed more beautiful than ever.