But her own expression pleased her when she laughed, and she laughed again with pleasure, and watched herself in a sort of girlish and innocent satisfaction.

Then her eyes met their own reflexion, and she grew suddenly grave again, and something in them told her that they were not laughing with her lips, and might not often look upon things mirthful.
But she was not stupid, and she was not ugly.

She had assured herself of that.

The worst that could be said was that she was a very thin girl and that her complexion was not brilliant, though it was healthy enough, and clear.

No--there was certainly no reason why her aunt should not have received offers of marriage for her, and many people would have thought it strange that she should be still unmarried--with her looks, her name, and that great fortune of which Gregorio Macomer was taking such good care..