"I came down to see Dad.

I didn't know you were back." She spoke with some asperity; and his face fell.
"How are you ?" she added, holding out her hand.

"You've grown quite good- looking.

I like your moustache." And he flushed again with pleasure.
He had a sweet, almost girlish face, with delicate skin that the Egyptian sun had deepened into ruddiness; with soft, dreamy eyes and golden hair.
He looked lithe and agile rather than strong.

He was shy at first, but once set going, talked freely, and was interesting.
His work had taken him into the Desert, far from the beaten tracks.