He was watching me all luncheon-time.

Did you notice ?" Olga had noticed.

"Are you very like your mother ?" she asked.
"I am better-looking than she ever was," said Violet, without vanity.
"You see, my father, Judge Campion (he was nearly sixty when he married her, by the way), was considered the handsomest man in India at the time.

She was a Californian, and very Southern in temperament, I believe.

I often rather wish I could have seen her, though she would probably have hated me for not being the child of the man she loved.