Cowperwood liked the semi-Jewish cast of her face, a certain fullness of the neck, her dark, sleepy eyes.

But she was much too young and nebulous, he thought, and he let her pass.

On this trip, which endured for ten days, he saw much of her, in different moods, walking with a young Jew in whom she seemed greatly interested, playing at shuffleboard, reading solemnly in a corner out of the reach of the wind or spray, and usually looking naive, preternaturally innocent, remote, dreamy.

At other times she seemed possessed of a wild animation, her eyes alight, her expression vigorous, an intense glow in her soul.

Once he saw her bent over a small wood block, cutting a book-plate with a thin steel graving tool.
Because of Stephanie's youth and seeming unimportance, her lack of what might be called compelling rosy charm, Aileen had become reasonably friendly with the girl.