She would be pleased to hear that I was looking well.
Looking well! I was glad to know that, though it surprised me.

I stared at myself in the glass, and wondered that so many hours of misery had made so little impression on my face.

I was rather paler than usual, perhaps, but my cheeks were faintly pink, and my lips red.

I suppose while one is young one can suffer a good deal and one's face tell no secret.
We were to make a very early start to examine the wonderful motor-car which Lord Robert West had advised Aunt Lil to buy.

Afterwards she and Lisa and I had planned to do a little shopping, because it would seem a waste of time to be in Paris and bring nothing away from the shops.