Certainly it was the touch of pathos in her life that held him; also, of course, she was pretty, with a pale thin face, deep blue eyes, and rich dark red frizzy hair that was always coming down--the untidy hair of the art-student.
He was very much afraid of compromising her, and _she_ was very much afraid of the elderly aunt with whom she lived.

She had no parents, which made her more pathetic, but no more free.

He could not go and see her, with any satisfaction to either of them, at _her_ home, though he did so occasionally.

This was why she first went to see him at his flat.

But these visits, as they were both placed, could, of course, happen rarely.
Mavis Argles--this was the girl's extraordinary name--had a curious fascination for him.