After looking at her for some minutes Rowland saw that she was still young, and that she must have been a very girlish bride.

She had been a pretty one, too, though she probably had looked terribly frightened at the altar.

She was very delicately made, and Roderick had come honestly by his physical slimness and elegance.

She wore no cap, and her flaxen hair, which was of extraordinary fineness, was smoothed and confined with Puritanic precision.

She was excessively shy, and evidently very humble-minded; it was singular to see a woman to whom the experience of life had conveyed so little reassurance as to her own resources or the chances of things turning out well.