She wore a jacket of the same material, and a single brilliant ornament at her throat relieved the simplicity.

In the hat, too, one big solitary emerald shone against the lighter green.
She was talking now with animation and amusement to the shop-girl who was supplying her with sweets, and every attendant was watching her with interest and pleasure.

Stafford reflected that this was always her way: wherever she went she attracted attention, drew interest, magnetized the onlooker.

Nothing had changed in her, nothing of charm and beauty and eloquence,--how eloquent she had always been!--of esprit, had gone from her; nothing.

Presently she turned her face full toward him, still not seeing him, half hidden as he was behind some piled-up tables in the centre of the shop.
Nothing changed?
Yes, instantly he was aware of a change, in the eyes, at the mouth.