He announced himself as the workman from Cheetham's; and the footman, who had probably his orders, ushered him into the drawing-room at once.
There he found Grace Carden seated, reading, and a young woman sewing at a respectful distance.

This pair were types; Grace, of a young English gentlewoman, and Jael Dence of a villager by unbroken descent.

Grace was tall, supple, and serpentine, yet not thin; Jael was robust and ample, without being fat; she was of the same height, though Grace looked the taller.

Grace had dark brown eyes and light brown hair; and her blooming cheek and bewitching mouth shone with expression so varied, yet vivid, and always appropriate to the occasion, grave or gay, playful or dignified, that her countenance made artificial faces, and giggling in-the-wrong-place faces, painfully ridiculous.

As for such faces as Jael's, it killed them on the spot, but that was all.