Was it true that the bit of colour they had heard spoken of when she returned from town was deepening and fixing itself on her cheek?
It sometimes looked like it.

Was she a bit less stiff and shy-like and frightened in her way?
Buttle mentioned to his friends at The Clock that he was sure of it.

She had begun to look a man in the face when she talked, and more than once he had heard her laugh at things her sister said.
To one man more than to any other had come an almost unspeakable piece of luck through the new arrival--a thing which to himself, at least, was as the opening of the heavens.

This man was the discouraged Kedgers.
Miss Vanderpoel, coming with her ladyship to talk to him, found that the man was a person of more experience than might have been imagined.

In his youth he had been an under gardener at a great place, and being fond of his work, had learned more than under gardeners often learn.