His hair was dark, with an inclination--sternly repressed--to waviness above the forehead.

He made a decidedly pleasant picture, as even Adam could not have denied.
Columbine also checked herself at sight of him, but the red blood was throbbing at her temples.

There was no hiding her agitation.
"You seem in a hurry," remarked Knight.

"I hope there is nothing wrong." His chin was modelled on firm lines, but there was a very distinct cleft in it that imparted to him the look of one who could smile at most things.

His words were kindly, but they did not hold any very deep concern.
Columbine came to a stand, gripping the back of a chair to steady herself.