She was dressed in pale shades of mauve, and had a finely finished look.

The Indian climate and curries had affected Mr.Jowett's liver, and made his temper fiery, but his heart remained the sound, childlike thing it had always been.

He quarrelled with everybody (though never for long), but people in trouble gravitated to him naturally, and no one had ever asked him anything in reason and been refused; children loved him.
Mr.Jackson, the Episcopalian clergyman, followed hard behind the Jowetts, and was immediately engaged in an argument with Mr.Jowett as to whether or not choral communion, which had recently been started and which Mr.Jowett resented, as he resented all new things, should be continued.
"Ridiculous!" he shouted--"utterly ridiculous! You will drive the people from the church, sir." Then Mr.Elliot arrived.

Mrs.Duff-Whalley greeted him impressively, and dinner was announced.
Lewis Elliot was a man of forty-five, tall and thin and inclined to stoop.

He had shortsighted blue eyes and a shy, kind smile.