It was not white, as he had first seen it through the window.

The girl's cheeks were flushed.

Her lips were parted, and she was breathing quickly, as though from the effect of climbing the stair.
But it was her eyes that sent Howland's blood a little faster through his veins.

They were glorious eyes.
The girl turned from his gaze and seated herself at a table so that he caught only her profile.

The change delighted him.