He had felt the girl's charm strongly as he stood near her at the stile, and now tried to recapture the scene; the dark alder branches moving overhead, the sparkle of the water, and the light and shadow that touched his companion.

Her face was attractive; although he was not a judge of female beauty, he knew its molding was good.

Mouth, nose, and chin were finely but firmly lined; her color was delicate pink and white, and she had rather grave blue eyes.
Her figure was marked by a touch of patrician grace.

Askew smiled as he admitted that patrician was a word he disliked, but he could not think of another that quite expressed what he meant.

Anyhow the girl's charm was strong; she was plucky and frank, perhaps because she knew her value and need not to pretend to dignity.