But, of course, I'm only too delighted.' 'Thank you.

Mr Vincy said you'd give me the letter.' The girl sat down stiffly on the edge of a chair.

Vincy had said she was pretty.

Aylmer could not see it.

But he felt brimming over with sympathy and kindness for her--for everyone, in fact.
She wore a thin light grey cotton dress, and a small grey hat; her hair looked rich, red, and fluffy as ever; her face white and rather thin.
She looked about seventeen.