Even in London the sun, on that summer afternoon, was dazzlingly bright.

The radiant light flowed in on her.

Her eyes met it unflinchingly, with the steely steadiness of the eyes of an eagle.

The smooth pallor of her unwrinkled skin looked more fearfully white than ever.

For the first time, for many a long year past, the Doctor felt his pulse quicken its beat in the presence of a patient.
Having possessed herself of his attention, she appeared, strangely enough, to have nothing to say to him.