David did realise, however, that she was beautiful beyond all women he had ever seen--or was he now for the first time really aware of the beauty of woman?
She had an expression, a light of eye and face, finely alluring beyond mere outline of feature.

Yet the features were there, too, regular and fine; and her brown hair waving away from her broad, white forehead over eyes a greyish violet in colour gave her a classic distinction.

In the quietness of the face there was that strain of the Quaker, descending to her through three generations, yet enlivened by a mind of impulse and genius.
They stood looking at each other for a moment, in which both had taken a long step forward in life's experience.

But presently his eyes looked beyond her, as though at something that fascinated them.
"Of what are you thinking?
What do you see ?" she asked.
"You, leaving the garden of my house in Cairo, I standing by the fire," he answered, closing his eyes for an instant.
"It is what I saw also," she said breathlessly.

"It is what I saw and was thinking of that instant." When, as though she must break away from the cords of feeling drawing her nearer and nearer to him, she said, with a little laugh, "Tell me again of my Chicago cousin?
I have not had a letter for a year." "Lacey, he is with me always.