Still, Weston scarcely noticed any particular points in Miss Stirling's appearance just then, for he was subconsciously impressed by her personality as a whole.

There was something in her dress and manner that he would have described vaguely as style, though it was a style he had not often come across in the west, where he had for the most part lived in the bush.

She was evidently a little younger than himself, but she had the quiet air of one accustomed to command, which, as a matter of fact, was the case.
Then he wondered with a slight uneasiness whether she had heard all that he said when he fell down.

He fancied that she had, for there was the faintest trace of amusement in her eyes.

They met his own steadily, though he was not sure whether they were gray or blue, or a very light brown.