She found that her idea of the man she loved had been of height of figure and breadth of shoulders, a handsome face and fashionable attire.

She had pictured him as tall and straight, taller than this boy and larger every way, with a straight nose, brown eyes, and dark hair.

But chiefly she had thought of the style of his clothes.

She had fancied the neckties he should wear, and the pins that should be stuck in them.

He must be brave, of course, a beautiful dancer, a fine tennis-player.