Charles anxiously asked him if the young lady he had encountered was very pretty--pale and dark.

The porter, with a judicial air, responded that looks in women was, after all, a matter of taste--what was one man's meat was another man's poison, as you might say--but this young lady had dark hair and eyes, and her face hadn't too much colour in it, so far as he remembered.

He apologized for this vagueness of description on the plea that one girl was very like another to a man who saw them in droves every day, as he did.

But one or two minute particulars of her dress which he was able to supply convinced Charles that he had seen Sisily.

The man added that as far as he knew the young lady went on to Euston Square, though he couldn't say he'd actually seen her catch the train for there.
It was not until he had pocketed the half-crown Charles gave him that he added a piece of information of some importance.
"You're not the first who's been inquiring about this particular young lady," he said.