Hester's figure was slight, and she stooped a little.

Hester's eyes were very gentle, very appealing under their long, curled lashes.

They were sad, too, as Mr.Gresley's never were, gay as his never were.

An infinite patience looked out of them sometimes, that patience of enthusiasm which will cast away its very soul and all its best years for the sake of an ideal.

Hester showed her age in her eyes.