A firm chin, a beauty of outline not very common, a certain delicacy of feature and colour gave to him a distinction of which Sybil Linforth might well be proud.
"He'll be a dangerous fellow among the girls in a few years' time," said Dewes, turning to the mother.

But Sybil did not hear the words.

She was standing with her head thrust forward.

Her face was white, her whole aspect one of dismay.

Dewes could not understand the change in her.