His sensation at the unexpected sight of her would, if it had expressed itself physically, have taken the form of a slight start.

The luminous quality did not confine itself to the whiteness of her garments.

He was aware of feeling that she looked luminous herself--her eyes, her cheek, the smile she bent upon the little woman who was her companion.

She was a beautifully living thing.
Naturally, she was being looked at by others than himself.

She was one of those towards whom glasses in a theatre turn themselves inevitably.
The sweep and lift of her black hair would have drawn them, even if she had offered no other charm.