Now, awakening to the fact of her proximity, he awoke to the further fact that, with one exception, she mattered more than anything or anybody else present.
She was, in truth, young--he had been quite right there.

Yet, like the room in the doorway of which he still lingered, like the man standing on the terrace walk--to whose tall figure the serene immensities of sea and sky acted as back-cloth and setting--she imposed herself.

Whether she was pretty or plain, Tom was just now incapable of judging.

He only knew that her eyes were wonderful.

He never remembered to have seen such eyes--clear, dark blue-grey with fine shading of eyelash on the lower as well as the upper lid.