I've seen many soaring young autocrats reduced to a proper humility at New Haven, and I dare say you girls have your own way of humbling a proud spirit." "I don't believe Marian needs humbling; one can't help liking her; and she's ever so good to look at." "She's certainly handsome," Dan admitted.
"She's altogether charming," said Sylvia warmly; "and she's young--much younger than I am, for example." "How old is young, or how young is old?
I had an idea that you and she were about the same age." "You flatter me! I'm nearly four years older! but I suppose she seems much more grown-up, and she knows a great many things I don't." "I dare say she does!" Dan laughed.

And with this they turned to other matters.
Dan sat facing her, hat in hand, and as the train rushed through the Berkshires Sylvia formed new impressions of him.

She saw him now as a young man of affairs, with errands abroad--this in itself of significance; and he had to do with politics, a subject that had begun to interest Sylvia.

The cowlick where his hair parted kept a stubborn wisp of brown hair in rebellion, and it shook amusingly when he spoke earnestly or laughed.

His gray eyes were far apart and his nose was indubitably a big one.