She was, he thought, the most lovely human being that he had ever beheld; and yet she was hardly more than a child.
But how different from those girls at Babington! Her bright brown hair was simply brushed from off her forehead and tied in a knot behind her head.

Her dress was as plain as a child's,--as though it was intended that she should still be regarded as a child.

Her face was very fair, with large, grey, thoughtful eyes, and a mouth which, though as Caldigate watched her it was never opened, seemed always as if it was just about to pour forth words.

And he could see that though her eyes were intent upon her work, from time to time she looked across at him; and he thought that if only they two were alone together, he could teach her to speak.
But no such opportunity was given to him now, or during his short sojourn at the Grange.

After a while the old man returned to the room and took him up to his bed-chamber.