So absorbed and abstracted she seemed that, by a common instinct, they both drew nearer the window, and silently waited for her to pass or recognize them.
She halted a few paces off to fasten a flower in her girdle.

A small youthful figure, in a pale yellow dress, lacking even the maturity of womanly outline.

The full oval of her face, the straight line of her back, a slight boyishness in the contour of her hips, the infantine smallness of her sandaled feet and narrow hands, were all suggestive of fresh, innocent, amiable youth--and nothing more.
Forgetting himself, the elder man mischievously crushed his companion against the wall in mock virtuous indignation.

"Eh, sir," he whispered, with an accent that broadened with his feelings.

"Eh, but look at the puir wee lassie! Will ye no be ashamed o' yerself for putting the tricks of a Circe on sic a honest gentle bairn?
Why, man, you'll be seein' the sign of a limb of Satan in a bit thing with the mother's milk not yet out of her! She a flirt, speerin' at men, with that modest downcast air?
I'm ashamed of ye, Mister Raymond.