Stephen, at all times beautiful, had never looked more lovely.

In the days since she had met him on the hilltop, a time that to her seemed so long ago, she had grown to be a woman, and there is some subtle inconceivable charm in completed womanhood.

The reaction from her terrible fear and depression had come, and her strong brilliant youth was manifesting itself.

Her step was springy and her eyes were bright; and the glow of fine health, accentuated by the militant humour of the present moment, seemed to light up her beautiful skin.

In herself she was desirable, very desirable; Leonard felt his pulses quicken and his blood leap as he looked at her.