There was no denying it.

With her clear-cut, aristocratic face, and her slim, straight figure, stately perhaps rather than graceful, and a trifle haughty in its unbending erectness, Gerald Vernor was very, very handsome.
"I am happy to meet you at last, Miss Vernor," said Denham, with his pleasant smile.

"But you are no stranger to me, I assure you.

Miss Phebe made us all friends of yours long since." Gerald's brows contracted.

"Phebe is very kind," she said, with quite the opposite from gratitude in her voice, "but I hate to be talked about beforehand.