She was a fair and happy child, the idol of her fond brother's heart, till one baneful passion marred what God and nature made so beautiful.
"Margaret Moncton, outwardly, was less gifted than Alice Mornington, but she far surpassed her foster-sister in mental endowments.

Her stature was small, almost diminutive.

Her features neither regular nor handsome except the dark eyes, the beauty of which I think I never saw surpassed.
"Her complexion was pure but very pale, and her lofty, thoughtful brow wore a serious expression from infancy.

In our wildest revels on the green sward, you seldom heard Margaret laugh; but when pleased, she had a most bewitching smile, which lighted up her calm countenance till every feature beamed with an inexpressible grace.

Her face was the mirror of purity and truth, and you felt, whilst looking upon it, that it was impossible for Margaret to deceive.
"How could I be unhappy, while I had these two beautiful children for my daily companions, and the most charming rural scenery at my immediate command?
"Sir Alexander came every day to the Lodge to see his child, and always lavished upon me the most flattering marks of his favour.