We felt awkward! doubtful whether to stay or retire abruptly.

She saved us the choice.
"Mrs.Tod, my father will take his soup at eleven.

You will remember ?" "Yes, Miss March." Upon which, Miss March shut the door at once, and vanished.
She wore a grey silken gown.

I glanced at John, but he did not see me, his eyes were fixed on the door, which had disclosed and concealed the momentary picture.

Its momentariness impressed it the more vividly on my memory--I have it there still.
A girl, in early but not precocious maturity, rather tall, of a figure built more for activity and energy than the mere fragility of sylph-like grace: dark-complexioned, dark-eyed, dark-haired--the whole colouring being of that soft darkness of tone which gives a sense of something at once warm and tender, strong and womanly.