But in a face worth looking at there is always a something that cannot be put into words; and the brightest and best attributes of this face were quite beyond translation.

It was a face one might almost call "splendid"-- there was such a light and glory about it at some moments.
Gilbert Fenton thought so to-night, as he saw it in the full radiance of the western sunlight, the lips parted as the girl sang, the clear gray eyes looking upward.
She was not alone: a portly genial-looking old man stood by her side, and accompanied her to the church-porch when the hymn was over.

Here they both lingered a moment to shake hands with Mrs.Lister, very much to Gilbert Fenton's satisfaction.

They walked along the churchyard-path together, and Gilbert gave his sister's arm a little tug, which meant, "Introduce me." "My brother Mr.Fenton, Captain Sedgewick, Miss Nowell." The Captain shook hands with Gilbert.

"Delighted to know you, Mr.Fenton; delighted to know any one belonging to Mrs.Lister.You are going to stop down here for some time, I hope." "I fear not for very long, Captain Sedgewick.